May the gods grant me the courage to consistently raise my voice to injustice. Even if I’m terrified of being hurt again for being gay. Even though my PTSD is through the roof right now, my anxiety, my depression…everything is just so dark.
Because these ARE such dark times, my friends. As a student of history, it’s my opinion that we’re pretty fucked. Do your best to be brave. I know I’m trying. If you need kindness, I am here. If you need a hug. I am here. If you need help, I am here. Always. No matter what.
All that said, with the world on fire, the ONLY way my wife and I make money is by selling books. So I have to still talk about it or we starve.
I know it seems tone deaf. It FEELS tone deaf. But we need to eat. We need a roof over our heads. I don’t know what else to say.