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All this talk about drumming is making me miss it. I really wish I had more time to actually learn everything from Uncle Mike rather than learning little things as needed. Summer 2010 was probably the best summer for my drumming education so far. Every week was spent on those drums having jam sessions with Uncle Mike, Uncle Armando, Uncle Mark, Rachel, Auntie Julie, Calvin and Cohen that lasted for hours. What happened? I really don’t know. I was doing so well too. He already had a spot for me and I was learning everything, but it all stopped. Everything’s just difficult when someone or something on the dance floor is always calling your name. But to clarify things, I’m not complaining about dancing too much. I love dancing and I wouldn’t stop for the world. 

Don’t tell me what to do.

Don’t tell me to stop acting weird.

Don’t tell me to stop acting like I’m lesbian.

Don’t tell me to lower my voice.

I’m not scared of being labeled. Call me weird. Call me lesbian. Call me a loud mouth. It doesn’t really matter.

Being called all those things and more doesn’t get to me. I accept that I’m weird. It’s who I am. Think I’m lesbian? Go ahead, I’m not homophobic. Am I talking too loud for you? Honey, I have a voice so I’m gonna use it. 

If you’re embarrassed to be around somebody because their this or that then leave. You’re the only one putting yourself in that ‘uncomfortable’ situation.