It’s my birthday! For my birthday, I will try to act henceforth as though I loved myself. It’s a very good project. What would it feel like to refuse to engage in arguments with others over my being and my right to exist? What would it feel like if I were immune to claims that my existence hurt others? What would it be like to act as a free person, to be one?
I was going to be home for my birthday this year, home in Santa Barbara, and I wish I were. I hope to go next year. On my birthday, I turn two. I have a red dress and a large golden bear, and it is exciting. The light is golden like the bear, and nothing bad has happened yet. Things changed soon after that but the child that December 24 is the one I want to be.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 