On Seeing and Being Seen
A few years ago, I went to my 25 year high school reunion. To be honest, if you’d told me a some years before it happened that I would be going, I’d’ve looked at you like you were mental. The truth is that I never felt safe with most of the kids I grew up with. So I had no reason to believe I would be safe with them now. But I’m an adult now and I can take better care of myself. And I happened to be in Bogotá at the time it was happening, prepping for one of my retreats. So I didn’t have a good excuse not to go. But also, I was just starting to present more male and I was feeling myself a bit, you know, there was a newfound spring in my step, so I thought, Fuck it, I’ll go. I also believe in second and third chances, that people can change. I mean, we were all kids back then, right? Maybe they had. I certainly had…
