Alex Wo

Burying my aunt—one of the few people in my family I could call a true ally.

An attack on Berlin Pride (CSD). —an assault on us queer folks. Having friends who been there. An terror attack intended to spread fear and grief. (It’s working.)

Then, witnessing and surviving a tornado/downburst while at work in Saxon Switzerland. That’s something that stays with you. I can tell you!

And then, having my own mother deadname me repeatedly during a coffee date today—and having to correct her over and over. Before my aunt’s funeral, she’d said she wanted to understand and learn to do better. That resolve lasted less than three months.

Nevermind. I’m already at my limit atm, but then having her hit me with: “Oh yeah… that keeps happening to me. I just can’t seem to get it into my head…never will!” That was the final straw. Makes me wanna throw up!

I really want to move through life with a positive attitude. There is a hell of a lot to be grateful for, too. Yet, I can’t shake the feeling that life loves throwing shit on me. Seriously.

Will get better again…but atm I’m a bit of in Lestat breakdown mode.