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water my soul

I dislike drinking water. like really, really dislike it. I do it because I know that I should, but let's be honest, not nearly enough. As a result, I am a fairly dried out person - dry hair, dry skin, just dry all around.

So, when at the DC Pride parade, I began to feel the symptoms of being dehydrated, I realized that I had messed up. In an effort to not have to keep finding bathrooms, I had decided against drinking fluids. All day, I had just had 1/2 of a coffee, a pepsi, and 1/2 of a tall frappe. all not so good choices. all not nearly enough to keep me hydrated while standing for hours in 90 degree weather without shade. Thankfully, JL went off bravely through the crowds in search of water for me, which I promptly downed like a person lost in the desert who finally finds an oasis.

The following morning, I awoke with my previous blog ( here ) burning on the inside of me. I was tired and yet, still feeling the high of being enveloped in the midst of so many liberated people, those who knew what the world expected and yet had learned to unchain themselves from those societal molds and just be true to themselves. I long for that, that emancipation from others thoughts and words and judgments, that sweet release to be fully who I was created to be, with complete and utter abandonment.
 

Edit:  Finding new ways to be me, new waters to quench my soul, new paths for my weary feet, has been quite the journey. I am discovering that the Universe is filled with beautiful people, all willing to embrace the real me!










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