Dear Manchester,

I am sorry that the words “I am Sorry” do not seem enough. I am so terribly sorry that your children were attacked for a war they have nothing to do with. I am so sorry that the armies of hatred and darkness are so afraid of light and love that they felt the need…

She’s Not a Shameless Whore, You’re a Jealous Little Bitch

  Several weeks ago at a birthday party for a beautiful friend named Shilpa I was asked how I “identify” myself. I smiled softly and asked Shilpa. “Labels are for soup cans” she replied knowingly. I don’t have a label. I love love. I love the fact that in this day and age I could…

I’m not perfect and I’m not going to attempt to be

Let me start this off by saying this.   I’ve talked about this before but apparently it needs more clarification. You do not know me. You cannot possibly know me because I don’t even know me. I’m trying harder to get to know myself than you ever will because you are justifiably trying to get to…