Keywords: american-politics , identiy , life , love , mental health , queerness , relationships , writing
I want to gather, to rally, to feel less alone β but I donβt know where to go. Church hasnβt felt safe in a long time, and after everything Iβve learned about myself and organized religion, I donβt know if it ever will again. My letterpress community is scattered across miles and states. The museum that once felt like home no longer feels safe, and the people who understood me feel impossibly far away.
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