All I want and all I need
Is someone who believes in me.
— Reese Roper, “Suckerpunch”
I’ve never felt as loved and understood as I felt when I read her email that night.
It was years ago, and I hadn’t thought about what she wrote for a very long time. I thought the memory was safely packed away in my unconscious — in a box marked, “Dangerous: Do not open.”
The box opened all by itself late Friday night and memories came tumbling out. I have no idea why. I can’t explain it. But for the last 24 hours or so, I’ve been filled with memories of feelings which are awful and terrible and painful — but also sweet and loving and healing.
I honestly can’t say whether this is good or bad. I just know the memories hurt my heart, but they also remind me so much of what I long to feel again.

Without the state, who would plow roads? We and our neighbors will
I don’t care where Pedro is from, but I’m happy he’s my neighbor
Appeals to ‘common sense’ are frequently excuses to avoid thinking
Not having someone to hope for differs from pain of missing love
Irrational beliefs hurt all of us when you hand power to the ignorant
Goodbye, Molly (2008-2021)
I’d love to move to the Caribbean, so what’s been keeping me here?
Why let your enemy control you by choosing to listen to his hate?
Why not join the LP? You can’t fight the state by becoming the state