I made a bit of scene at my grandmother's funeral. My uncle said he wasn't homophobic, he just didn't like how flashy, and in your face "they" got, like at the parade, you know. So I said, yeah, and the [***] Irish too. (Get it? Anyone?)
No one did. One person stormed out. In that moment, I really needed you. Do you ever look around the room and wonder what the hell is going on? I mean, your very own room. You must sometimes. I feel like I let a lot go, stuff that really wasn't okay, but this recent (is it recent?) [***] is entirely unnecessary, and I'd like to say it's your turn to know what it feels like to actually walk right up to someone, and take that risk while facing them, but I'm so upset I'm not sure it would fix anything even if you did try.
But Kelly's number is there next time you need a brief fix, and you will. That's just how these things work. (They don't work long.)