I feel like a dog with my tail between my legs. And after nine months or so away (and my *second* months long disappearance), I’m again surprised to see my old stuff up there.
It’s a long story, either say fifty words or five thousand, and I’m too tired to type at the moment. Life has been a mishmash of personal issues, of ups and downs, of friends who were suicidal now happy and content, while other friendships ended (their mental health declined, others swallowing TERF fanaticism).
No, I was not and am not in any physical danger (re: last year’s criminal events in Taiwan).
Most of my writing this past year was on my facebook page. I feel ready to write other things if I’m welcome back.