For one sweet moment I am whole.
J’s cat, a couple of nights ago. Life’s hard for everyone.
August is the Sunday of the year. The first half of the month is like a Sunday morning, which you can spend without being actually conscious, because you’re asleep after a night out with your friends. But you need to wake up, sooner or later, and there comes the second half of the month. Sunday afternoon. Better known as Major Depression. September is too near, summer slips away from your fingers, and no matter how hard you try to ignore it, but the day are getting shorter, slowly but steadily, your mood is getting lower and due dates are getting nearer and nearer. Holidays are just reflections of themselves, Monday is coming. Back to whatever you were doing before, to your daily routine. August is just an endless Sunday. There are a lot of things I should do, and I’m just sitting here, procrastinating and waiting for that panicky Monday-like state that usually shows up in September.
All this week we will be highlighting #27BiStories from bisexual Advocate journalist Eliel Cruz with graphics by Trivo Studio
Part 1 — #27BiStories: Appearing Straight, Appearing Gay, and Other Misconceptions Bi People Face:
"In order to get some answers, and to start putting faces on the often overlooked bisexual population, The Advocate asked four questions of 27 bisexual people and those in relationships with someone who is bisexual. The answers come from an eclectic group in monogamous, nonmonogamous, and polyamorous relationships as well as other couplings that just don’t have labels. Their stories depict just a small portion of the bisexual-involved couples all around the world.
In this first part, we asked the couples to name the biggest misconceptions they face in their relationships. Using #27BiStories, readers can respond with their own experiences, and share these stories on social media. This is the beginning of a conversation that begins highlighting the sometimes silent B in LGBT.”
I feel nothing and too much at the same time. There’s a black hole in my chest where my lungs were supposed to be, and it’s dragging every lingering inch of my humanity inside, sucking every bit of my sanity, leaving nothing but ashes behind. But everything is fine, I swear.
This is a war I’m never going to win.