yeah. on some level we're all perfectionists. you need the hubble for our goalposts and we still keep moving them further.


take an honest fucking account of yourselves, because unless youre one of the soldiers who already fell in our war on hell you're here now and not dead and that is a fucking improvement on the terrible traumas that made so many of us think death is better.



if you are still here, you are better than you were.



your focus is so far ahead you cant see the progress you are making.



if you are here screaming into the void about how fucked we are then you're screaming about your pain instead of inflicting it on others. that is progress.


if you are thinking about your problems to even plan for getting help, you are better than you were and you did it alone.



its hard to believe after lives of exploitation and abuse that weak people like us are worth or capable of anything, because we've been so brainwashed by our damaged abusers to believe that we are nothing when we all know what we survived makes us stronger than anything else.


Love is the resource we historically lack as an exile tribe wandering the desert. we werent shown enough, made poor and told to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps when every waking hour is like a full 9-5. who has energy to live? not me, without love. 


we give it all away and get nothing in return because we are desperate and damaged and acutely aware of it, the tease and the rejection drive us mad. so many of us think sex is the same and fuck an ocean of fish for fuckall, others quarantine themselves and never put their wall down, some cut out their own hearts on st valentines hill the first time they feel loss, or because they've never felt physical affection. 



but we, here, are together. here we're safe to scream and rant and yell and be pain and our traumas or to overcome.

to so many who are alone or dreading it again tonight, we're all here for each-other.

we can all trust each other.


and in this safe place surrounded by the lonely wolves who understand our strange howls, we can sing together of love until we're all in tune.


be good to each other, especially tonight.


be good to yourselves, especially every day.

you are who you choose to be in each monent, only you can do that, especially when its hardest.

In all things and in all ways, we will be Love.
