Having kids is a funny thing. You can have what you think is a little girl in the early 90s and then nearly 30 years later you can walk into the guest room he’s staying in on Christmas eve to get the wrapping paper and find him balls deep in his Satanist boyfriend who’s starting seminary in a couple of months.
I’m getting divorced and moving to California to be with my Satanic seminarian boyfriend.
Turns out getting married at 22 without having entirely figured out your gender identity is like… ehhhh as an idea, but like my life is pretty awesome even though I’m sick right now because I’m lying on the sofa in my boyfriend’s place and working on my nano which is really fucked up weird erotica.
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 