tacking

I’m not sure on the nature of other’s people’s weaning desires, but to me at least identity is kinda like sailing, you go one way to go another, you tack and tack and eventually by this consistent comprimising of your position, you end up somewhere solid. My major problem is that the tacking of my sexuality is going well, it’s just everything else that’s stuck, as if I am crammed up into the recesses of a pool, unable to push or dive.

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