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Take My Hand


Today I started feeling like myself again, not just a shell person with enormous pain in regions of my body I did not know existed. (Aside: I apparently failed anatomy. Wait, I never took anatomy. Ha.)

I am happy and experiencing feelings I have not in a long time and some I have never known.

It feels good.

I am glad to be me and to be alive, to be finding my health again after a wayward week.

I just want to smile and dance a little.

Will you take my hand and let me lead?

Dustin

PSfP: I love the picture I have posted. I think that there should be more places where men can dance like this - not just a gay bar, but a place where we can wear crowns and waltz. Come on people, let's create such a place.

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