Bad Timing...

I know you’re used to seeing a My Life as a Turtle post every Thursday or Friday, but this past week’s events would render that kind of post irrelevant.

So let me just say this:

Tomorrow is my “end” date—but I will not be killing (or unaliving as the speech police prefer) myself.

Quite the contrary, I have renewed vigor for life in these dangerous days. My Turtle writings have brought me to a new place, vibrant acceptance, and unforeseen purpose.

Thank you for your attention and support.

I begin the third chapter of my life strong, confident, healthier than I can ever remember, almost entirely male (outward appearance notwithstanding), and no longer afraid to speak my mind, take a stance, or call out bullshit.

My next Turtle post melds all my parts into Harris—and like the Monkees, he has something to say.

Buckle up. Stay tuned. See you anon.