Some Thank Yous

Dear Wrestling,

This will be a post I do fairly often as I am a creature made mostly of gratitude and weltschmerz.

Thank you Kevin Owens for being mindbogglingly talented and sharp on the mic, for being 827 comfortable with your body, and for shutting down fat shamers like there's no tomorrow. Thank you for your beautiful family and what you and Karina share of them. It's a scary, messed up world and my own family was pretty much a trainwreck. Seeing yours gives me hope, and a sense of solace--that it's not all bad out there.

Thank you Sami Zayn for being at least 43% of my inner self come to beautiful frenetic life, for suffering *gorgeously*, and for showing me what it means to fight forever. Thank you for using your fame to draw attention towards those who need help in the world--and thank you, thank you, a million times thank you, for your role in bringing me back to music.

Thank you Kenny Omega for making me feel included in this fandom, even my weird, queer-as-hell self. Thank you for being as out as possible.

Thank you Neville for inspiring headcanons about how you're secretly a fairy prince, pissed as hell to be stuck among mortals. You'll never know and you certainly didn't mean to, but god, it brings me so much joy.

Thank you Mithen for writing the very heart of me in your essays. I have no idea how, but you write what I would if I could--and here I am, still trying anyway.

Thank you Robert Heinlein (hang on, stay with me here), for writing about carnies as human beings who care for each in Stranger in a Strange Land, and thus kicking off a lifelong interest.

Thank you Brian the Guppie for being kind and answering my dumb questions. I've always wanted to go to Montreal, and if I ever do I'll make y'all those biscuits.

Yours,
Autumn