Growing up a lot of us never get a chance to "date." Being in the closet means you don't get to experience a "real" relationship. Coming out means finally getting a chance at finding your person. I'm happy to say i found you ❤🏳️🌈
I've spent the last couple hours cataloging each wrinkle on my face. On a completely unrelated note, one of my students referred to an article published in 1988 as "an article from the late 1900s". Welcome to my mental breakdown!
