My life is not particularly conventional, and I have spent plenty of time with the outcasts and misfits — junkies, hookers, trannies, squatters, homeless, queers, immigrants, mentally ill, kinksters, etc. Have had a lot of struggles and gotten quite a few bruises along the way, and I have lost my way often. But a wayward life also gives a more rounded view of our society, and has taken me to places and situations my "straight and normal" friends would never know about.

You learn not to judge so quickly, as you've not walked in other people's shoes, and to have compassion — yet not be an enabler for dysfunction, either. In a way, the real artists in society are those who manage to scratch a decent existence outside of the neat boxes are are offered. I really miss my "posh squat" in London, although it wasn't spiritually healthy for me.

This hanging around respectably and responsibly waiting for events to move life along is hard work. Maybe mass awakening brings me a new role?

I also spent time in the gutter, sinning and giving in to all the darkness. Extreme passion driven from extreme suffering and delusion. Thankfully I found Shane and he casted those demons out of me on that rainy, thunderous night in early 2020. ⛈ I won't ever forget that feeling of liberation from the evil that had its claws buried deep in me. ❤

Woohoo
I am thankful for Shane who helped you
I think you are pretty fabulous myself.
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Hugs to Shane🤗
and
Bigger hugs to you for doing the work. 😍