I am saying all that to say that this project is emotionally really hard but also incredibly satisfying. I do think putting our story out to the world is important. It is about representation and identity. It also is just two juicy love stories. And I think the world needs some love stories right about now. So I will continue for you, dear readers. I will continue to “show my belly” and be vulnerable because I think there’s a purpose to this.

I went through my own shoe box of letters and realized I do not have them organized well. They are a bit out of order. The next letters are actually before I move out of my mom’s house- it is a weird period of freshman year in which I decided to go to NC for a semester to stay with my dad because of some heart break by a boy. Yes, my heart did pine for the XY chromosome once, for a short while. Then I understood why I felt gross whenever things started to get intimate and more than just hand holding and light kissing. I always say I fell in love with Tiffany on a train ride in middle school to DC. I didn’t know my heart belonged to her then, but we were connected after that all night ride. The picture is from that DC trip. But  I digress....Read on...