the other night, a room full of people saw the real me. they saw my meaning to my actions, the cause of my dress, who i am, what i am. i told everyone my story, how it happened, what i've done, where i've been and how i got there. an older man told me he has found new courage from me to be himself. "you've showed alot of bravery tonight," said the one from whom my courage had bloomed. without him, i wouldn't have had the bravery to even speak. let alone be there.
he was so nice to me, so sweet and generous. it was a night i would not forget, and i wanted to end it on a special note.

i think i get to ahead of myself sometimes, and i begin to worry. i fear what i may have done to myself, and saying "oops! oh well." might not be the answer this time.

it was a room full of people, all eyes on me without a judgmental look from anyone. it was so freeing, so loving, so accepting.
and yet, i never felt more out of place.


maybe i'm happier in hidding?