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On the day of my last scheduled blog post, April 9th, I woke up to a phone call no one ever wants to receive. (If you’d like to learn about Xavi, please visit my linked blog post, and please, if it speaks to your heart, consider donating to the GoFundMe page as Xavi’s family is still needing the help.) I know that Xavi spent 15 years here with us to teach us something about what life should and should not look like, and I am taking his life to heart. Thank you, Xavi, for teaching me that life is far too short and delicate to live a life of shame, fear, and hate.

I want to transmit some of the power this exploratory journey I’ve been traveling with my yoni/vagina/cunt/womb space/vulva has brought me, too. (You choose the word that you feel most comfortable with because I want you to stick around to have these important conversations with me.) I feel it’s the word that best describes a vagina, hard on the outside and soft in the middle. You’ll feel the hard c and t as you begin and end the word, and feel the soft u and n as you travel through the middle.

As I briefly mentioned in my return post, I quit social media. I felt like my Nuggets were in the way of my social media usage. My family, the people closest to me, were getting the empty, irritated version of me because I was putting the best of me out there hoping to get attention. My intention is not to make this a generalization of all social media users.

Truth is…calling certain types of debt an investment is more fitting. After a decade together, my lover and I made our first big purchase together