My incredibly loving family of origin is a relentless bastion of ballbusters.
All my life I have been subject to keen, hilarious, and thorough mocking.
Roasting.
Jump scares.
Pranks that make you think they’re dead, or that you’re about to die.
Hah. Haha.
But actually.
I can laugh at and face the darkest shit because of my family, because of the lightness with which we thrust the darkness upon each other, so like how life is wont to do.
My shadow is receiving earnest love; the California culture confronts me with it and I’ll face it, I’ll take it.
Like I can take anything, because I can take the fullness of my family’s love.
