Thick as Thieves
When I started sharing my poetry on Tumblr roughly six years ago, I didn't intend to make any friends here, or really even to like, talk to strangers in any way. I'm not even sure I knew you could, really. (In the dark days before Tumblr messaging, it was complicated.) But eventually I started learning the ways of the Tumblr and connecting with people, and that was cool.
Here’s what’s even cooler: Three of the first people I followed, the first people to whom I started talking, became fast friends of mine. As days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years (six of ‘em!), we continued to share our writing and our lives with each other. Not all together, understand––these guys aren’t friends with each other, for reasons I’m not qualified to elucidate––but me, with each of them. They are each, in their own way, my soul mate. Each holding and reflecting a piece of me, reflecting the diversity that flows within my self.
We’ve shared secrets, frustrations, crushes, cravings. Wins and losses. Nostalgic fondness. Love. Regrets. Victory. Heartbreak. We’ve done everything you might do with any other friend, except that I’ve never met any of them in person.
And we’ve done this for six fucking years. Years, man. And at any point, if any of these guys was like “Jen, I need you here now,” I’d be on a fucking plane. I would give any of them the proverbial shirt off my back, in a heartbeat.
Dennis Dubay (@iamthevagabondking). Luke Dingle (@rakuli). Chris Robertson (@graciouswords). I’m writing about you. Fuck I love you guys. You have my heart, the whole of it.
