I once met someone at a moment when he was between versions of himself. I felt it it in the pauses. The way he answered was intentional. The way he named his past honestly. The way he seemed aware of the patterns he was dismantling, but not yet fluent in the person he was becoming. He wasn’t a “fuck yes.” but he wasn’t nothing. He was something more interesting to me: a human being in transition, mid-process ... (aren’t we all?) My friends weren’t impressed. They were married, in a long term ...

I once met someone at a moment when he was between versions of himself. I felt it it in the pauses. The way he answered was intentional. The way he named his past honestly. The way he seemed aware of the patterns he was dismantling, but not yet fluent in the person he was becoming. He wasn’t a “fuck yes.” but he wasn’t nothing. He was something more interesting to me: a human being in transition, mid-process ... (aren’t we all?) My friends weren’t impressed. They were married, in a long term ...