Category: E-merge, Coming out Writing

God is the Borg

I’m still breathing mucus out of rattling lungs, but today reigns sunny and sparkling with snow. It’s my sister’s birthday tomorrow, and we’re celebrating love with a couples’ dinner party on Saturday evening. I snap my fingers...

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I feel too gentle and it’s driving crazy the part of me that thinks I better be busting ass. I stand in the sunshine on the warm spring day. Untoppled. My legs still soft. I might fall over, but at least I can bend. For once,...

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