Ive never thought solitude was an option. It was a rat’s race to find THE GUY. The one who makes it all worthwhile, the one who makes you happy. Why is it that the accountability in love falls under another person but not myself? :’(

"What will people think of you, if you speak about this?"

Finding my voice to speak about uncomfortable truths, a different perspective on sexuality, relationships, self-esteem and becoming a better person.