Then comes a compendium dedicated to giving me that nagging sense of "other". It was that same sensation that for years kept me in the closet (until I was 26!) as every gay I saw in the media was so far removed from my sense of self that there was no possible way I could be, well, "that".
Since then, my mind is more open, and, well, I sort of love "my peoples". Even my asymmetric flashy peoples. But while I embrace them, I can also lovingly point out and say, "Really, gurl? Damn!"
(Via Duane's Facebook)