Been pretty heavy on the selfies these last few days. The winter months seem to make me especially sad. Christmas… my birthday. A lot of noise and busyness and pressure.
In the interest of self-care and self-preservation…I just did my hair really pretty and I’m working on a fan letter for Dolly Parton. In it, i am gonna try to explain to her how big of an impact she’s had on the way I explain my gender, my femme-ness. How bleaching my hair sometimes feels like a sacred ritual. How some of her songs make me feel like coming home. And I really hope she writes back and doesn’t think i’m nuts even though I’m pretty sure she won’t. Cause like, Dolly get’s it. Whatever ”it” even is.