If there’s one single thing that 2020 has taught me, it’s to rely on myself to f
If there’s one single thing that 2020 has taught me, it’s to rely on myself to figure out who I am. This spring/summer, for the first time in my adult life, I didn’t have any long-term crushes on anyone. A couple cropped up along the way, but they were fairly temporary. But for basically my entire life, I’d built myself around the guys I was interested in – their thoughts, their ideas, their preferences, what they thought looked good. Suddenly, I didn’t have that – and I had to look within, for the first time in my life, to decide what *I* liked, what *I* wanted, what *I* thought looked good. Then, this past week, I was talking about this with someone, and mentioned how I’ve wanted a mohawk for over a decade… And then suddenly realized that while I care what others think, of course, it’s finally become secondary to my own opinions. And fuck it, while I’ve always pretty much looked like I was a prep school teacher (with I guess the exception of when I had blue hair for a bit – but I vividly remember being told I looked like a superhero by @giffontheway when I walked into Church with it, so…) – I always, always wanted a different look. And, honestly, it’s kind of fun watching people be visibly confused because the fairly tall, broad-shouldered dude with a mohawk wearing a leather jacket and boots is super cheerful and friendly and helpful and mostly all smiles. https://www.instagram.com/p/CILLpsanhpB/?igshid=1owdjo0p9wcl4 -- source link