On National Coming Out Day, the only advice I can offer is this: the only person you need to be out to is yourself. Being honest with yourself can be hard work. It can be scary. But in the end it can–and will–save you. It took me years and years to come out to myself, and even longer to come out to anyone else. Even after I started figuring things out, there were many times I backpedaled because of my religious upbringing and self-loathing. Eventually I learned to see that for what it was, and love that part of what makes me, well, me. We all take different paths. Love yourself, and just be the you that you need to be. #ComingOutDay #ComingOutDay2021

On National Coming Out Day, the only advice I can offer is this: the only person you need to be out to is yourself. Being honest with yourself can be hard work. It can be scary. But in the end it can–and will–save you. It took me years and years to come out to myself, and even longer to come out to anyone else. Even after I started figuring things out, there were many times I backpedaled because of my religious upbringing and self-loathing. Eventually I learned to see that for what it was, and love that part of what makes me, well, me. We all take different paths. Love yourself, and just be the you that you need to be. #ComingOutDay #ComingOutDay2021

This is the last meal and testament of one Erik Rubright of the town of Pea Ridge, Arkansas. Being of sound mind, I direct your view to the last solid substances that shall traverse the length of my gastrointestinal tract before the great colonic tidal wave event which begins tomorrow eve: bean burritos with roasted tomatillo and pepper salsa. Because salsa is awesome.But considering how little I typically eat anyway, two-thirds of this will lay in it’s metallic coffin in the refrigerator until Monday or so anyway. Unlike the one-third that will end up… well, down, the devil’s back roads.

This is the last meal and testament of one Erik Rubright of the town of Pea Ridge, Arkansas. Being of sound mind, I direct your view to the last solid substances that shall traverse the length of my gastrointestinal tract before the great colonic tidal wave event which begins tomorrow eve: bean burritos with roasted tomatillo and pepper salsa. Because salsa is awesome.But considering how little I typically eat anyway, two-thirds of this will lay in it’s metallic coffin in the refrigerator until Monday or so anyway. Unlike the one-third that will end up… well, down, the devil’s back roads.