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It’s easy to stand tall when you’re on the right side of history. STATE REP. ZOOEY ZEPHYR
For Jem Thank you for your trust, your wisdom, and your unwavering honesty. You opened your world to me so I could write with care and truth, and in doing so, you changed mine. You taught me about strength, about joy, about becoming. You showed me what it means to live fully, to love deeply, and to embrace myself without fear. Because of you, a character was born who carries all that light. And because of you, I will never be the same—only better.
When I was younger, I wish I would have been told more often that I was right and nothing was wrong with me, that I was deserving of everything this world has to offer, and that my visions for my future were worthy of pursuit. JANET MOCK
"I like older men," he says, shrugging. "And I was just pointing out that it's your fault." “Why the hell would that be my fault?” “Because the only guys I want all have something in common with you. Don’t act like you’re surprised.”
"I've kind of been in love with you for as long as I can remember. And I would one-hundred percent let you do terrible, awful things to me naked."
I swear everywhere he goes, men and women alike drop their panties and Wyatt, gorgeous oblivious Wyatt, picks them up and hands them back to them, like, "Oh, you dropped these," and then goes about his business as if he doesn’t notice the puddles he leaves behind.
Seeing him notice me at all seemed to give my inside thoughts encouragement to become outside thoughts, and sealed my fate.
For the first time, I got the tiniest inkling of real possibility… and I know I'm about to become a problem.
Same.
But thankful I never hit the mat, because big, strong arms catch me.
Typo. Thankfully*
Wyatt smells like clean sweat and earthy musk, barely disguised by spicy deodorant and fresh laundry.
I throw up a half-salute, mostly to cover the sting in my throat and behind my eyes, before walking towards the locker room.
The awkwardness of constantly having an audience about something that has nothing to do with my talent or skill. The stares of every other athlete.
My smart watch vibrates, alerting me that my heart rate is rapidly increasing.
I do a few more, working harder than I'll ever admit to keep any strain from showing
I know it’s fucked up. Don’t come at me.
through the edge of my public hair.
Typo. Pubic*
“For the record. It was you. It was always you. Then and now, you’ve always been my dream.”
Tentatively licking one finger first, then pushing the tips of all four into my mouth to suck them clean.
All four? He def looks like a toddler with their hand shoved in their mouth.
I think I’m actually, fully, irrevocably in love.
Hehe. Twilight. Iykyk.
“I said are you okay? It sounded like someone was hyperventilating in there.” “Nope, all good. Just, um… You know. Poopin’.”
I almost purr.The way I want
Typo. Missing space.
I take the toothbrush from his mouth and toss through the open bathroom door,
Typo. Toss *it through.
locking eyes with him as put my fingers in my mouth and suck.
Typo. As *I put.
steading himself.
Typo. Steadying*
“You really did. I didn’t know what was possible.”
Typo. That* was.
“So how much of the rest of it is true?”
Damn.
A wet coach, since he decided I needed saving from the bathtub. It hurts my heart that he worried about me that much.
@Meredith Grey
Like maybe I really did drown in the bathtub, but I was good enough to get into heaven (take that, Republicans) and this is my eternal reward.
“We could do couples therapy for friends or something, I don’t know.”
Mik and his family are jumping up and down with me, thumping me on the back and shoulders like I was the one that just got his best score of the day. 14.573
Typo. Missing punctuation (period).
“Not enough, I’m afraid, but we’ll get here.
Typo? There*
I lock everything else out.
Typo? Block*
They can’t really be that worried about my foot, can’t they?
Typo? Can* they?
The manipulator
Typo. Missing punctuation (period).
If I had to argue with one of them, at least let it be the one I can make out with after.
Weston’s face twists like I’ve just personally offended every one of his ancestors.
It’s just the real, solid, aching connection of two people who’ve spent too long apart.
Honey, it’s been 24 hours.
“My intentions with your son are to continue to love him for as long as he’ll have me. To support, encourage, and grow with him no matter what obstacles. To fight for and with him. To make sure he’s getting everything he needs out of life and love. And to return the amount of love and acceptance that he’s shown me tenfold.”
Awe!
There are only three members of the team who wished to remain neutral. There’s a phrase for remaining neutral when lines have been drawn,
Bystanders become perpetrators.
I have every confidence in him, believe in him like no other. But he still has the capacity to surprise me. Because despite the fact that I’ve heard his voice a thousand times, in a thousand different ways. Confident and cocky, teasing, husky panting whispers in the dark. But I’ve never heard him like this. In a tone that belongs to a world leader, standing in front of the whole population, sure and clear.
Grammatically weird. Feels like the second “but” shouldn’t be there.
my sensitivity parter
Typo. Partner*
Human rights are not politics.
