It's a perfect day for dreams come true

[text id: The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will. end id]

the thing is like men and men really cant be friends because the sex part does always get in the way like thats true. and i mean that like im actually dead serious about that

like have you ever seen two straight men attempt to be friends with each other but the gay sex they arent having is literally preventing them from the transformative healing power of friendship. this is real

i dont even mean this in a "they want to fuck each other" way (although many of them do and will never know it) i mean that like the fact that gay sex is even hypothetically possible between them makes it loom over their friendship like it genuinely haunts them that they could be having it. gay sex is the elephant in the room every time they attempt to be emotionally vulnerable with one another, every time they let a hug linger too long. they cannot address its existence and so there is always something in their way, preventing true connection. and that something is the gay sex. that they are not having. the elephant of gay sex

momentarily had the thought “shout out to my platonic harem” and then remembered that’s called friends

Heading into surgery in 10 minutes - good thoughts & prayers appreciated <3

Safely out of surgery and back home. Will be following up on all the well wishes once I'm not quite so loopy from my medication. But I appreciate each and every one. Nothing like me sitting in recovery with tears streaming down my face because I feel so very loved & held.