Cowardice

I hate when people say that they “care about me” or when women call me their “friend”. It always seems like a cop out. Like they are dancing around words which hold far more meaning. Words they are too afraid, too cowardly to say. And I hate it.

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Tales of Black-Winged Night

a black, queer, adoptee's journey to self-love, self-expression, and freedom.

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Tales of Black-Winged Night

a black, queer, adoptee's journey to self-love, self-expression, and freedom.

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