YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE FEMALE TO FUCKING FEEL THINGS

This is me.

This is my day.

This is how I feel.

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This is what happens when I say goodbye to someone I love I won’t see for a while, and this face is how I define the thoughts I think inside.

This is me after boarding a bus in a cold grey station, alone and emotional.

This is me a few hours back with pain in my eyes and a desire to capture the fresh hurt in my heart, to remember today, to celebrate an occasion where life felt alive again, a moment when every ache sang in a unique and beautiful way.

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A little story about egos, walking, and playgrounds

I went for a walk yesterday with two children. Anya is 6 and Max is 8. They are young and good fun, and we wandered along and ran into Emily and we stopped to pet her two dogs.

Then we saw Laura and I gave her a quick hug.

A few minutes later, some teenagers walked past and one said to the other, “Hey, isn’t that the Love Bombs guy?”

I looked back and smiled, “Yep!” and gave him a little wave.

Anya shook her head, “Geez, do you know EVERYBODY, Jeremy?”

I laughed, “Nope!”

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