This has been an interesting year filled with transition, heartbreak, loneliness, and sorrow, but also happiness, independence, change, and progress.
The constant throughout this process has been my group of friends. Although I know it’s a crutch, the validation and support of my friends is an essential component to my identity. I know who I am based on how I am reflected in my friends. Without each of you, I’m not sure who I would be.
I’ve spent the last year or so trying to use my blog for more than just humor or shock and awe. I’ve opened up deliberately and seen the benefit to putting my raw feelings out on the Internet. The rewards far outweigh any risks of being vulnerable and exposed, and I appreciate your receptiveness for the occasional diversion in the usual direction that my blog heads.
My blog is not me, and I am not my blog. It’s a small representation of my nature, my life, and my hopes and dreams. In some ways, it’s the Wizard of Oz, and thank you to those of you who have stepped behind the curtain to become a part of my offline life as well as my online one.
Originally, I had planned to list all of the people who mean something to me and link to them, but the list was too long. There are too many of you who have been there for me in some capacity. This Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for you.
And for those of you who really wanted to see a scrotum dressed as a turkey, here you go.