Most
people keep at least a few versions of themselves on hands. The face
they turn towards family, the face for friends, the face for work.
My
versions are a bit more disparate than most in that some facets of
who I am aren't welcome in the circles that other facets move in.
Or
at least that's what I told myself for a long, long time.
I'm
really fucking tired of it. I'm tired of tamping down my emotions in
fear of offending someone I like, I'm tired of not speaking my mind
because I don't want a fight, I'm tired of not being all of me all of
the time.
Life
is too complicated and too weird to be adding more complication in
the name of avoiding conflict. What's worse is it's not even real
conflict. It's either what I imagined or its conflict because someone
else can't imagine a world in which someone breaks their long-held
stereotypes or otherwise makes them think.
So
I'm avoiding imaginary conflict, or conflict with morons.
How
about I just write, and say, and act all of the ways I am all of the
time? Wouldn't that be a tad bit simpler?
Oh,
I'll still have to bite my tongue every now and then. Some things
certainly don't belong out in public and I DO still have a custody
case going on.
But
the rest? Why do I give a fuck?
So
here's my manifesto: all of me, all of the time.
Because
it's the right thing to do. Because it will keep me from going
insane. Because it's what I need to do.
All
of me, all of the time.
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