I'm not like the other boys.

When I met you in the summer.
I liked it.
How I feel most days.
Why we write.
Old men.
Who wants to play prostate hockey?
March. 12 2014

"To all the boys with broken hearts. And to all the boys who broke them."

Three years ago today, I sat down to start writing Boy: On Boys, one of the most important and challenging things I’ve done in my life. It was both a draining and therapeutic experience that changed the way I lived my life and helped me find my voice. I want to thank everyone for reading—not to mention all of the support and kind words. You all helped me get through an incredibly difficult time in my life. I hope anyone who read my story learned something about themselves, that you know that you are not alone in your loneliness, that other people see the world the way you do. And finally, I hope you write. Write the things that are bursting out of you. Write the things that make you furious or make your cry and scream or make you die from laughter because sharing those things will make the world a better place. Thank you so much for everything.

I don’t know why I hide it, clearly we are through.
Hot coffee!
Karen O is my spirit animal.