Always protect and serve your own sexuality.

Two things in this world will make you depressed with absolute certainty: Deciding to stick to realistic goals and deciding to suffocate your own sexuality at the altar of appropriateness. Just reading that sentence makes me want to shoot a bullet through my own head. Nothing has killed MY will to live more effectively than those two things… And restored it faster than lifting my goals sky-high and decided that whatever I do, I will never deliberately stuff my sexuality into what others deem “appropriate.”

The fact that I’m nowhere near reaching my goals doesn’t matter – I believe I will get there in time, and the fact I’m not fucked like a porn star going for a gang bang record every day doesn’t matter. What matters is that I have given myself the permission to do with my life and my body as I damned well choose – even if it winds up killing me. MINE. MINE. FUCKING MINE to do with as I please.

Do not sign up for life goals that will make you appropriate and realistic… Unless that’s really your freaking bliss right there, of course. There are people who want nothing special from life; if you’re not one of those people, go for broke. Go for what you want. Go see if you can grab it. Maybe you can’t…

Yet.

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