He got drunk and I got stoned, which lead to the kind of weird, acrobatic sex you can ONLY have on the weekend, and then listening to jazztronica and contemplating a late nite burger run. We're finally having the wild nights the Borg deprived us of

He is slowly fading too. 12 days between shaves, no camera, no audio, no participation, no letter writing this month, even jokes about other religion and swearing. And now, boozy quarantining together? My oh my.

If he truly wakes up and we escape the cult together, I will publish my book. I have so many stories from life in the Borg and if I'm finally on the outside of it for good, I intend to join the course of voices that are exposing it for what it really is.

But for now, who cares about WT?Liberation starts at home. In our little home, where we spend joyful time together despite chaos outside, they cannot steal from us any longer. Altered or sober, our love has proven stronger than cult programming, pressure and lies.