If the past two weeks have taught me anything it’s that I’m made of strong stuff. I don&

If the past two weeks have taught me anything it’s that I’m made of strong stuff. I don’t fit the usual standards. My heart, the way I love, my kinks, the ways I like to talk and fuck. Even my body. Its an expression of my bigness. I’m supposed to stand out.

I push when things get hard and I cry when people read me poetry. I say ‘yes’ when my whole body is screaming ‘no’. I’m stronger than my loneliness because I wont let it compromise my values or what I know I deserve.

It’s really easy to write people off who treat you like shit. Hard is holding people accountable when you’ve taken on the submissive role. Hardest is walking away when the connection feels real and deep because your needs aren’t being met.

It’s strange, it’s impolite, it can be lonely.

But damn, guys.

There is power in your vulnerability.

:Shooglet