Today, I am focused on one particular quantum split. When I was a kid, my dad maintained the family vechiles himself: mechanical issues, body work, paint touch-up. He welded, airbrushed, bondo-ed and sanded everything we had that needed it. More than a few times, I was invited to help him in the garage. Until the …
my out and proud big-ass gay
Sometimes in my life, I don't realize how much I've missed something until that thing has returned into my life. This can include my own behaviors or activities, social events, people, places... I've recently discovered exactly how much I've been missing the out-and-proud gay man that I had always been. I started coming out, at …
my suicidal teen
My nineteen year old self was suicidal in thought. He didn't engage directly in obvious self-harm, but he dreamt a lot about driving off bridges in that beast of a car, his hand-me-down 1978 Mercury Cougar... That fact didn't interfere too much with his life, surprisingly, which was mostly just college course work and the …
my lost queen
My preteen self: I know it was preteen since I broke the six foot mark shortly after turning thirteen, passing my father then and my mother at least a year previous, which is important to note. My sisters (both in high school) had drama club and sports practice, which got me an exquisite two hours …
my quantum brain
I often think back to critical choices in my life, those big choices that clear new paths, shift my trajectory, alter the fabric of my concept of self, and think on the splinters created in those moments. Where did the other option take me. How me is that me? Did I still land in this …
quantum man 