
The cycles never seem to stop.

The cycles never seem to stop.

Or … I guess I could make a comic about it.

At least Kara recognizes that I recognize that my bullshit is bullshit.

I hope to one day be able to accept a compliment.

It’s hard to make food when there is none.

Anxiety Brain gets up early sometimes.

Orlando is still heavy on my soul. Thoughts of all those lives lost, of my own participation in our homophobic, transphobic culture. Obsessions around what I could have done differently in my life. Anxieties saying that I’m complicit.

Today, I woke up to the news that 49 people had been killed in a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida. On the day this publishes, I will be attending Portland’s Pride Parade.
I just want to hold all the people I love as close as I can right now. I don’t want any of us to be afraid to be who we are or love who we please.
I am horrified at the loss of life. I’m ready to fight for the rights of the LGBTQIA+ community because it’s the right thing to do.
But if you’re a person who can’t make that leap, then fight because of the way it might affect those you care about. I am a person who struggles to define his gender and sexuality sometimes, who tends to live outside of heteronormative spaces. I could have been in that club. The people closest to me could have been in that club. If you can’t fight for a stranger, then I guarantee you don’t have to look far to find someone who you can fight for.

These days I find myself attracted to people of all shapes and sizes, but when I look at her I go full Leo Bloom. It’s not exactly my favorite thing about myself.

Anxiety Brain is an asshole.