Dear Mommy, (Please read this and take some time to think before you call me into your room to talk)
I can't keep this to myself any longer. Mom, I am pansexual. Calm down, breath and I will explain it to you. Pansexual means that I don't see gender when I love, and no; its not the same as bisexual. Bisexual means you like men and women because you are sexual attracted to men and women only. Momma, when I start to have feelings for someone, its no because of their sexual organs; its because of their heart. I don't care about a persons sex or gender when I look at them. I love them for them, be they female, male, transman,transwoman, ge
And you're finally gonna shoot that Model...
Yeah, you know the one I'm talking about... THE one! The one that you have fantasized about shooting since the first day you saw her picture on that one guys website you forgot the name of. HER name however, you could NEVER forget... 'cause to make certain that would never happen, you actually had it Tattoo'd on your ass awhile ago, where you "thought" no one would ever see it (whole 'nother story, for a whole 'nother time)...
She's due to arrive any minute now, and you've been so excited about this day, you haven't slept in two... and let's not even talk about that excited little "pee-pee" dance
We are all aware to one extent or another of the actual significance of both light and shadow in our daily lives, the perfect example of which can be be found in those Photos which most of us have taken at some point or another, in which the Image frustratingly fails to have captured the details we had hoped for, because the light was either too bright or there wasn't enough of it, to ensure a proper recording of what we were shooting... a situation that is usually made even MORE frustrating by the fact that our eyes had adjusted to the lighting in those circumstances, and so our brains thereby failed to realize just how fucked up the balance
"we always stand back up."
These words were spoken to me not so long ago by my beautiful Daughter Tia, with the deep conviction and calm certainty that can only be found in someone who truly believes... someone who truly KNOWS. And it was with those simple words that I was reminded of another Child who long ago had also believed.
You see, those were the very words which had first welled up from deep inside of ME at the age of seventeen, and gave to me the so desperately needed strength and courage, the WILL, to survive what would prove to be 17 very long years filled with abuse, fear, heartache, and pain. On that day so long ago, as