Dear Anonymous,
What neighborhood is this? It's the intersection of the differences between us and...this. And this love wins.
Coffee cards, socks and the currency of connection. And all that may be criticized; or analyzed; or disputed; or argued gets to just f*ck off. Excuse my language.
There ya' have it. And the words: Standing at the threshold of love who am I to deny entry. P.S. Boundaries in place. Thank you Dear Anonymous for the support and resources. Deeply appreciated. Every. Day.