So I didn’t want to go to friendsgiving the other night, cause I was feeling so shitty and wanted to sit on the couch watching the Golden Girls by myself. I was three hours late, and I only really went because I promised I’d give someone a ride and felt guilty taking it back.
But, holy crap, my friends are amazing, and I felt so much better after sharing food and wine and dancing and love with my chosen family. We all made hand turkeys and hung them on the walls. This is the strongest sense of community I’ve ever had, and I am so deeply appreciative of it.
Also, there was this cutie, and that was really nice too.
