I'm going to make a public comment to your awesome public story with the benefit of private insight. Are you done? Are you done Lori? Is your poem more than just words? Are you venting, which you have before, or ARE YOU FUCKING DONE regardless of the human discomfort? You say he, him, hir, them don't fool you but repeatedly you have retreated into their prison. I believe this confused yet all so manipulative emotional vampire is the cause of much of your physical illness. I could be wrong but there is only one way you will ever know and I cannot imagine that what awaits you outside of jail is worse than your confinement with which you so awesomely attempt to cope. Your body in stasis in Andromeda cringes as I imagine there is some connection between the life forces.

All of this I say with extraordinary love for you. I thought about running it by your soul sister, but I decided not to because we know it is not her style and that based on our talks, you kinda dig my style. I certainly don't see any harm in the power of conviction. Regardless of anything, one day Sitara and I will visit you in Andromeda. Remember this poem? https://medium.com/promptly-written/destinations-unknown-6e869c2c5dfe