vodka, knives, and bandaids

what an interesting xmas. my parents gave me vodka, knives, and bandaids. how fitting. since they gave it to me, am i allowed to drink it now? i did bring my flask with me...

after the 4loko era, it seems that regular liquor doesn't quite seem the same.

i said something out loud the other day. something i had never said before. but something that i believe whole-heartedly. i was sitting in a room with a lot of my colleagues and i was asked to present about one of my social identities. and i said "being gay saved my life". i hadn't really thought about it before but as soon as i said it, i knew it was true. i'm not sure that i would necessarily be dead, but i am 100% positive that i would not be living. when i was in high school, and even in my early years at UofM, i was extremely depressed and very self-destructive. i hated everything and everyone... including myself. if not for the amazing community of queer people i found, i would not be where i am today. i found a community that had my back no matter what - just because we had an identity in common. i found a community that allowed me to become an activist and a leader. it was a stepping stone to this new life i've created as someone who is passionate and who cares. if not for being gay, i wouldn't have had that community, that experience, or this life. it saved me. i am so grateful.

i know this isn't typical material for my blog, but it is something i needed to talk about. now time to go get back to the boozin.

peace&love