Sticks and Stones will break my bones but words will scar me emotionally doing far far more damage than the sticks and stones. Especially when complete strangers stop me to read my shirt to me and even worse engage me in polite conversation about said shirts.

If you see me at a convention and I’m wearing a blank T-shirt you will know that I purchased the garment. If you see me wearing a shirt that anything on it, anything at all you will know that well meaning people who love me have purchased it for me and that I am suffering.

Oh God! The polite awkwardness of it all…. It haunts me, killing me by slow degrees.