I got a tattoo with my mom today from my favorite piece of media of the last ten years, The Haunting of Hill House.
This particular scene never fails to make me sob and the final line of this bit is one of the most beautiful sentiments ever written.
My mom has done her best to understand my transness. I know it’s difficult to have known your child as one person for many years and then suddenly be introduced to their becoming. But through it all I know that she has loved me completely, and I’ve loved her the same. That’s all. The rest is confetti.




















