Sometimes I just wanna feel cute x

Day 25 of 100 happy days. Sun!!! #sunny#100happydays #weather

Day 24 of 100 happy days. Sometimes this is Literally the only thing that keeps me going

It’s the little things in life #beauty #sunset #summer

Day 23 of 100 days of happy. Icecream at work

Day 20 of 100 happy days. Walk to my work station!!

Day 19 of 100 happy days. Solitude in the madness

Day 15 of 100 days of happy. New series!!!!

Day 12 of 100 happy days. Stupid Orang faces

It gets to a point when you cant tell if you’re doing damage anymore or just spreading blood

Tidy sweets = a tidy mind

15 year old in a 27 year olds body

Day 10 of 100 happy days…..possibility

Out of the Comfort Zone

Something bothers me about the incident that happened recently. The attack on myself and my friends which was homophobic based. And its got me thinking about my comfort zone and where I feel safe in who I am in this world.

I’ve never really let people denote who I am and where I should be. I’m pretty proud of the fact I have always done what I wanted to do, most of the time. I was just who I was and if people had a problem with it then…well….I guess it was their problem…

But thats speaking as a white male (mostly) who is perceived (by most) as straight.

The fact I was attacked for my sexual preferences the other day made me take a step outside of my comfort zone because I have never particularly felt victimised for anything. I have never felt like I am being victimised for being who I am, and cannot control being.

So that brings me to the thought of people of colour, and women, and trans, and gay’s the world over….being victimised for something they can’t control, something they just Are. To feel like you are being segregated into a particular group and judged on that fact alone is horrible.

I have got to the point where its easier for me not to put a label on who I am and what I identify as. There are so many subsets of  identification which makes up who I am, polyamorous, gender fluid, heteroflexible….these are just words at the end of the day….words to create further boxes to put yourself in and be segregated in for the displeasure of others.

I respect people, trans, women, gay, straight, white, black, asian, poly, kinky, vanilla…..humans….people…and if you don’t want to identify as a person thats cool with me too.

I may not be the most politically correct person of all time….I may not get it right all the time…and I know I have a horrible past with some of these things….

But I like to think I have stepped out of my comfort zone, even if not constantly…but enough to show me my errors……living as a woman for 3 months….socialising with the LGBT community….but all the time staying true to who I am…..

Thats the key….

The thing these people do…even if they get demoralised and segregated and victimised….they continue being who they are….because at the end of the day…..who else can they be?

This made me feel so warm and fuzzy

"Oh come on you are a wonderful person. I could talk to you all night long! You are so intresting and you make me want to open up and talk about all kinds of strange and funny things. So many people seem so disintrested in adventures, animals, culture and art. But you dont. I find that really special.”