I wrestle with my sexuality every day as a result of past injury. Lately I just think of it as water, being fluid like, changing but not. One day I feel I'm this, the next that. If I had to label it, it would sound something like I'm an asexual, closeted transgender, living life in limbo. Underneath it all I simply want to be loved but I'm different and difficult. I'm so misunderstood, mostly because I am conflicted and confused my own damned self. Who am I? I am. Why am I here? I am. What for? I am. That is the only answer I know to those essential questions. Love is so delicate and difficult for those of us touched. It does seem to get easier with age if that's any consolation. Hang in there, hold on to all hope, have faith, believe. Trust your intuition for it is a gift.

Limbo