Tag: #Unapologetic
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The Unspoken Architecture of Self: Why True Speed Demands Stillness
There exists a terrain within the span of a life that is not marked on any map—a geography of profound spiritual suspension. It is a period where the self, though outwardly kinetic, is inwardly arrested. We categorize this inert state with the mundane title of ‘rut,’ yet that term fails utterly to capture the chilling,…
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Chapter XX: The Night I Crowned Myself
There is no cake here. No candles lined up like innocent soldiers waiting for a wish to snuff them out. If you came looking for sweetness and celebration, you’re already in the wrong place. There are no confetti poppers here. No party hats, no bright lights. I turned twenty, yes — but you will not…
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I’ll Be Loud Until the Day I Die
There was a time when I thought being silent would protect me. That if I made myself small enough, I could slip through life unnoticed, untouched, unharmed. But silence never kept me safe—it only made it easier for the world to erase me. So I stopped shrinking. I started speaking. And when I started, I…
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The Time I Chose Myself Over Their Comfort
I remember the first time I felt it—the guilt, the sinking feeling in my stomach when I realized that my existence made people uncomfortable. It was long before I ever came out. Long before I had the words to explain why I felt like I was constantly suffocating. I learned early that the world preferred…
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Why You’ll Never Forget My Name
The world will try to erase you. It will tell you to shrink, to stay quiet, to make yourself palatable so you don’t make anyone uncomfortable. It will try to make you believe that your existence is only valid if it is convenient for others. But listen to me carefully: You were not put on…
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GAY AND BULLETPROOF
“I became a walking weapon. Not the kind that hurts people, but the kind that withstands. Each moment of pain, every insult, every betrayal, they didn’t break me—they forged me into something stronger. The more I endured, the more I realized: I was still here. Still breathing. Still standing. And that was the turning point.…