Sometimes I log onto facebook and see that a userpic of some non-human image has been replaced with the beautiful face of a trans* friend who came out. Every time, it makes me smile and I frequently think “Man, I wish my skin was that nice.”


I always figured that in an apocalypse scenario I would be the one to go find my scattered people. This is because I think of myself as the hero. A hero. My people are my responsibility. I take my responsibilities seriously.