if letting go is the only way to survive? there is a level at which we know we have to be who we are, because we are being it -- the room I am sitting in, the city of Detroit which I am living in, the family I am born of, the friends I have claimed out of the chaos -- we are all being human in ways which have been considered radical, marginal, illegal, wrong. and yet it's who we are, and though many of us have given conformity the good-old-boys-college-marriage try, it doesn't fit. but that doesn't mean we don't still hold onto some other dream that lives deeper within us, in a dark place, a dream to just be safe, to be held by a society that continuously rejects us. and in that process of letting go, of leaning into the margins, the new world we are evolving with our difference, it is so important to have angels who come along and care for us, love us as we are. exactly as we are, insecure and different and somehow surviving. angels tell us the truth, bring us water and tissue when we cry about the truth, hold us tight when the truth is too much. angels heal us, restore our energy when we are battle weary. when our society is on the brink of change, and it begins to chasm and split apart the old from the new, crash the old into the new, burst new from