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Like peter pan. Or superman.

It was another horrible day at work. These have been very common lately, although I'm not sure if this has always been the case and I'm only seeing it nowadays. At some point I will talk about this in depth, but for today, I'll have to ask you to take my word for it. Because today I wanna keep things in the family. To be more specific, my chosen family.

One of the best things about growing up is being able to choose your own family, and that resonates a lot with a lot of queer people. I have been very lucky with my biological family - we are chaotic and dramatic, but we love each other in our own way, and we accept each other's choices, even when those are not the choices we would ourselves make.

But my chosen family is where I struck gold. Without them, I'm not sure I'd even be alive today. Real alive, not metaphorical one. These people saved me many many times, and it was so effortless - they were just there when I needed, no questions asked, no demands, no complications. I called, and they answered.

This evening was just another proof of this. The moment we met, everything else dissipated. Work, stress, anger and sadness, it all went away. And the space left behind was occupied by laughter, joy and love. Once again they saved me from a world that can be truly horrible sometimes. Just by being there. And I love them immensely for this.

None of these people were here 10 years ago, and some of them might not be in my life again 10 years from now. People come and go, paths cross and go in different directions. I don't know what will happen, I cannot know what will happen, and I don't think I want to know what will happen. I know that now, these are the most important people for me. And I want to enjoy every single second I have around them.

I also know that, no matter what happens, regardless of me being metaphorically dead or coming back to life, regardless of us being friends forever or each going their own ways, the mark they are making will stay with me forever. The impact they have in my life will be part of my soul for the rest of my days.

Every day I am more sure that I chose the right family. And I truly hope I can give them as much as they give me.


Save Me - Aimee Mann

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