My plan was to write about Stephen King this week, because it's honestly shocking that I've made it this far into the newsletter without doing it, but that's something that can be put out publicly. Instead, let's discuss love. And more specifically, let's discuss love as it pertains to sexuality. I wrote a small filtered thing about this on Facebook a couple of days ago, but I'm me and so I want to do a deeper dive.

The thing is that I feel like I should be an expert on my own identity, since it's, you know, mine, and when that repeatedly turns out not to be the case, it sends me spiraling every time. I never get used to the surprise. I've worked very hard in therapy on learning to view it more as an evolution, discovering something new about myself rather than having been wrong about what I thought I knew, and that's what this is about.