Dear
@mitchtremblay, on the eve of your 42nd birthday.
Listen, I know you think you're worthless because... well... I am you.
But you've turned your darkest shadows into beacons of light for others to gather around.
Just four years ago you were near the very end, on a mattress on a cement floor, the room covered in black mold, too scared to leave to even pee.
I'm not saying you are better now, but you've turned that pain and suffering into anthems for change and that is a good thing.
You are so close to being a good person - something we never dreamed could be possible as we sold our body to strangers to survive from the age of 18.
You are not a whore or a loser, you are a very broken man who can articulate the struggle and try to include everyone despite your privilege as a white man.
You look out for the underdog, having been one your whole life. There may not be a happy ending for you, Mitch, but youve made a happy middle by making sure voices are heard, unlike yours back then.
You don't have to be strong or happy, you just need to keep a death grip on to this meaning you've found, this sense of purpose, a true raison d'etre, and let's make this place better than we found it and treat people better than we were treated.
You have moved mountains to get here, stop worrying about the ant hills.
I can't say I love you, it's been too long since we felt that, but I like this version of you.
I don't see a hero or a victim, I see a survivor who is challenging the very core of his being: Fear, so that others don't face the same life.
Happy Birthday Mitch, and be well.
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@odspoor
ALT photo of odspoor/mitch in black and white, peering out his window with shaggy hair, big eyes, and a habs sweater unzipped to reveal two udjat tattoos on his chest from his wilder days lol.