Everything Fell Where They May

I understand what it means to feel lost or elsewhere and what t means to be or believe as if to be out of this hemisphere and more, I get how it is to seem like a stranger while alive and well and living here in familiar territory. My best memory of times when I was supposedly well or fine enough to be welcomed is when I was alone or by myself. I chose to break free like a lion or a tiger who escaped and broke free from his cage. I chose the separation between myself and the crowd and so, I decided to go and find myself by walking around the streets of New York City. No judgement.no need for body shaming or sneering at those who chose to live or look different from the otherwise normal, everyday citizens.I was fine to do this too.I was happy to see the large, or BBW as in Big Beautiful Woman who was otherwise a transvestite on her old-world bicycle as she rode down by 9th and 14th and sung opera.I thought she (or he) was brilliant and people applauded too. See . . .You have to…