A photo of a crane lowering a concrete staircase into a metal ribcage. I started this newsletter with a story about exorcism. Except it wasn’t really a story about exorcism, it was a story about growing up in the church. And about how that meant it took half a life-time for me to finally accept that I was gay. I didn’t give any gory details of the exorcism in question (did you want them?!) but it made a kicker of a starter sentence, didn’t it?
Hey friend, I so enjoyed reading your words and looking forward to hearing more about your journey, which I love! I'm so grateful that our lives crossed and intertwined, all the phone calls, the sharing to and fro, the honesty and vulnerability about the nitty gritty-ness of our lives. It's a treasure trove of goodness, beauty (in all it's glory and bruising), and love. I'm so proud of you, the person you are and continue to unbecome (in your becoming)! Much love dear friend xo
Hey friend, I so enjoyed reading your words and looking forward to hearing more about your journey, which I love! I'm so grateful that our lives crossed and intertwined, all the phone calls, the sharing to and fro, the honesty and vulnerability about the nitty gritty-ness of our lives. It's a treasure trove of goodness, beauty (in all it's glory and bruising), and love. I'm so proud of you, the person you are and continue to unbecome (in your becoming)! Much love dear friend xo