Love me for what I am. Not what I try to be:
A person who likes to lie too much.
I try too much to impress other people: often my inferiors.
Could you like a girl like that?
Would you like a girl like that?
Would you hold her in your arms?
Love me for what I am: someone imperfectly me.
— Is it redemptive to know that I discovered the truth about myself 20 years ago?
The Good Moment: The reactions to IML among my younger queer friends has been very interesting this year...
…In the past IML/Bear pride weekend has been met with a shy curiosity, slightly shameful desire, or lusty abandon among my circle. This year, however, people seem tired and (in varying degrees) angry about the influx of the bellied and leathered up sex tourists who’ve come to town. This only adds…



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