There are few things better than an Ohio rain. The air smells like wet ground, just like those nineteen-nineties nights on family camping trips. I remember walking the dark wet paths, toothbrush in one hand, flashlight in the other. No matter where I was… what state, what country, the forest always had the same look about it, the same smell. I can still see my sister’s shadow on the gravel road ahead of me and hear the scuffling of my flip-flops as I hurry after her. In all our childhood, I never remember her being afraid of the dark.
I started taking T three years ago. I knew it was something I wanted, I was positive, I was prepared, I was terrified. Me, less than one month before starting
So Maine didn’t get marriage, yeah sucks to be Maine. As for me, I don’t give a flying fuck. I understand that marriage is an important issue because of all