No Filter

I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. Write I don’t. I don’t write. Want. Want. To Write. Want, want, want. To, to, to. I’m not supportive enough. I’m a shitty friend. I stop. What am I doing? Stream of consciousness. Is this how you wanted write, without filter, without care? This is your space after all. Does it always have to make freaking sense? No. I hate filtering myself; I hate shutting down the ideas I have because of their right or wrongness. What if they’re ok, all of them? They have to be. I work with a transgender woman and have been a part of their journey since they identified themselves as a man. They didn’t like transgender people, and had awful thoughts and beliefs about them. Their church, their parents, and their community taught them that being transgender wasn’t ok. What barriers they had to tackle to find their way to my office, wearing the cutest wig and checking her black eyeliner in my mirror. We need to have our ideas be ok; they are a part of us and simply a step to something more. Hopefully kinder to ourselves and others. That’s my goal for myself, anyway. I’m not here to speak for anyone else.

Love, Jaclynn

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