When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest

The label "queer" feels to me like an ill-fitting sock that I'm trying to squeeze over my head. It's ironic really, because I spent years feeling an unexplained affinity for the LGBT community. I wanted to be one of them, felt like I should be one of them, but I was "straight". And an ally. And a good ally doesn't speak over those they're ( Read more... )

One of your closer friends tries to explain LGBTQ+ categories to you and how "queer" covers multiple identities including non-binary.

And you're non-binary. But they don't know that.

Don't feel like facing the world today.

I'd rather curl up in an isolated corner and not have to function. Or wake up.

1. My idea of socialising involves good people and good conversation. Now with that thumping bass beat and music about as loud as you get in a rock concert (except in that case I'm actually going for the music), that simply ain't possible ( Read more... )

"I wish this could be any other way. But I just don't know what else I can do ( Read more... )

The threads that hold together my sanity are slowly but surely getting more tangled and more emotional. But I fear that picking them apart will unravel these fragile illusions, even as the underlying structures become explicit.

Haikel is snoring on armchairs and has been for the past 2 hours; Lionel is dead to the world in his chair, collapsed in exhaustion; Michel continues fervently scratching across paper, attempting to solve Physics problems and muttering about equations far beyond my comprehension. I? I'm not really tired, milk tea apparently having given me a ( Read more... )

Dear Mother ( Read more... )

The list of things I beat myself up over just keeps getting longer and more trivial.

Good job, Shu Ying.