Starting Over
In the past, in a blog I've since deleted, I wrote about many things I truly believe in, but I wrote without absolute conviction. I know that's probably a little confusing. How could I possibly write about things I believe in, yet lack conviction? Trust me, I get it. But, it wasn't so much the subjects I wrote about that I lacked conviction for as much as myself. Well... okay, I guess that isn't entirely true, either. I had conviction about most of the subjects, except when those subjects went against what I am, but didn't have the courage to admit to the world. So, what could possibly be so bad that I felt I had to hide it from the world? As it turns out... NOTHING! But all my life, I was made to feel bad from earliest childhood about who I am; about what I am. About how I am. Is that all too cryptic? Good! That's how my whole fucking life has been! It's had to be, because in the world I come from, NOBODY likes bis...