the moment you call me able bodied is the moment your trust score falls to zero.

hey stalker

it’s been a year.

please stop stalking me and my friends.

move on with your life.

seek out professional help.

watching videos and reading Twitter isn’t proper therapy.

and. leave. us. alone.

A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others.

When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying – to others and to yourself.

– Fyodor Dostoevsky

five signs you’re dealing with a female narcissist

  • a heartless sense of pleasure at someone else’s expense.
  • an avid sense of competitiveness, due to pathological envy and the need to be the center of attention.
  • she sabotages her friendships and relationships, stirring chaos within social groups.
  • she has an obsession with her appearance as well as being materialistic and superficial.
  • a blatant disregard for someone else’s boundaries.

sitting here trying to figure out what it is exactly one would covet of a welfare abuser.

a guaranteed income? nah. that’s abusing the system when they’re perfectly capable of working but choose not to.

yeah, I got nothin. one would covet nothing of a welfare abuser.

to my stalker

the more time you spend stalking me and trying to destroy my life, the more you look like the obsessive fool to those who witness your spiral.

ahhhhh it’s finally official!!!!

friends are headed west to the Calgary area at the end of August, which means my first real vacation in forever will be out to see them and their boys!!

tempted to go for Christmas, but I don’t think I’ll live for another one if I don’t see mum.

On the eve of Pride month, I’m having a conversation with my parents about my identity, what this all means, and about changing my name!

It is not at all lost on me what a privilege this is.

I have so many friends who are forced to hide who they are, and that crushes my heart.

I’ve sat silently, doing my best to listen to those whose voices need to be heard and amplified right now.

I’m at a loss for words, filled with disgust and an ache in my heart that’s been there since I first heard about the residential schools when I was younger.

two. hundred. fifteen.

innocent Indigenous children.

who never got to go home.

who never mattered enough for their deaths to be documented.

who never mattered enough to be given a proper burial.

they matter. they’ve always mattered. they will always matter.

an apology from our government will never be enough.

a single day of wearing an orange shirt, a single day of national mourning, will never be enough.

we must do better.

and it starts with you and me.


choose friends who are choosing you right back.
choose friends who are willing to get real in conversation.
choose friends who are making room for you at their table and willing to invest.
choose friends who lift you higher, let you relax — who make you laugh harder,
and who make you breathe a little lighter and come alive a little more.