right now, Chazmen.

right now, you have work to do. the need to prove yourself to the world is out the window. you’ve realized what they truly care about, and what you need for yourself to survive are mutually exclusive. use your brainpower. drive the boat. steer the course. set the tone and the mood. yeah, you’ve been down—that’s your health—but each time, there’s the bounce back. the moments that remind you you were built for this. by taking care of your body (however that looks), you’re making it possible to take care of your future self.

to get there, though, there are steps along the way.

you have taken your art very, very, very, very, very seriously over the past few years. time to loosen up, nigga. let your hair down. let the sissy out. she has been itching, and it seems the internet will be your new stage. what the hell, tbh, but here we are, striving to create a place to thrive.

on another note, love is here for you now. the love you want, the way you see it, feel it, and have craved—it is here.

you are magic.

but this time, people actually see it. three years ago, you decided to start sharing your magic out loud—to yourself, to those closest to you, to those who would listen, to those who needed a little magic themselves. you are a conglomerate of beings and practices woven together to create something different, something queer, something unique to the eye.

getting here has taken tremendous work, internally and externally. but as you sit in your own apartment, with your own family, with your own goals and your own self-worth in your lap, you are learning to traverse the world in a way that works better for you and for those who love you.