A place of knowledge...

I think about the various friends I’ve had who are departed and also who are still here, and family. I think about that tree, it has its roots. I’m rooted in my friends and my family, but more so my friends these days. But, I look at the tree as a place of knowledge. Friendships, you always learn things from each other, it’s not always a one way thing. You always learn something that can be gained. I think about the extended family, for someone like myself who seems to have major issues with my sexuality. I’m the kind of person who’s like “if you can’t deal with it, too bad, move on.” But I think about these branches here, the friends I’ve made over the years that treat me like I’m their blood. I think about the power of that…with knowledge comes, well hopefully, comes good choices. The choice to be safe, or safer, in the bedroom. The choice to realize …that [what] looks good is not always good for you. …I think of the power realizing you don’t have to be desperate.