3 months since leaving the library. Trumpet Creeper Before Trumpet Creeper After For the first time I feel like I'm working for myself. Do I have goals? Yes! Do I have a plan? Yes! Have I made a dime from writing? Not yet. But I'm not deterred, which is new for me. Do I feel like a bum? Sure. Am I anxious to start making money again? You bet your ass I am! Do I want to hop into the first thing that pops up? Not at all. I'm not ready. If some time in the future getting extra income becomes necessary then, hell yeah! But it's not necessary. I'm giving myself permission to at least try whatever it is I'm trying right now. I still don't know what I'm doing. But the not knowing is at least planned. It's my Dad's birthday this month and he's in this one. Another installment of Funny Queer Shit That One Basketball Game As a baby queer, I was very quiet. Observant. Looking for cues on how to act in certain situations. I never would have dreamed...
Ramblings of a Black trans dude obsessed with books, space and trees.