Bah. Never mind; it takes up too much space. Here’s the link.

In October of last year, Grace Brown began a photography project called Project Unbreakable. Grace uses photography to help heal sexual abuse survivors by photographing them with posters that hold quotes from their attackers. Rape survivor and advocate for victims of sexual abuse, Yvonne Moss, describes the project as a way for victims to take the power back of the words that were once used against them.

So not to be all publicly corny, but I’m real glad this guy joined my department. I like weird, interesting people with weird, interesting stories. And good brains. This guy is weird and interesting, with stories to match. Sure beats the whole, “so what are you gonna do this weekend?” conversations!

Not really, actually.

Not at all, in fact.

Tonight, I pulled a muscle. Or perhaps I didn’t. Perhaps this muscle just came to life after a glorious 15-20 year hiatus. And so, dear friends, I’ve named this muscle Herman. And why, you ask? Because it came out of nowhere, got after my body, continues to irritate the piss out of me, and won’t just go away.

It’s fun, though. Terrible and awful and hot and sweaty and far too fast-paced for my slow and wholly uncoordinated ass, but fun. So far, so good.

Of course, who knows…I’ve been through enough crap in my life to know that everything could go down the shitter tomorrow. But I doubt it, in this case. I feel respected and trusted and cared for and listened to and appreciated and loved — for exactly who I am, exactly the way I am. It’s freeing and wonderful, and it makes me appreciate my Nater more and more every single day. It’s good. Real good.