This is why clothing is such a big deal to me.  So many times clothing is actually a reflection of what’s on the inside. 

I wrote this poem several years ago. I had spent months slogging through session after session with my therapist trying to make peace with my childhood. Really, I was trying to finally believe that it was alright to be queer.

I remember the first time I heard the word 'butch.'  Not just heard it. The first time someone called me butch.

You know inside who you are. In your quietest, deepest center, you have a knowing. That knowing is the only polestar you need.

Just buy the truck.

I realized that you never had someone like me in your life. You were just a scared teenager trying to find your way in the most unlikely of circumstances. But even then, even when you were still learning, still wondering, still trying to figure things out, you knew. You knew who you were. You knew what you were.