My TRIBë

I went onto Facebook tonight to post something when I read this.  I cried.  I went to high school with him.  He's a great guy.  It hurts knowing that in 2013 this is still something that happens.  That's what the 80s and early 90s were for right? You'd think with PRIDE parades in every major city in America this is something so far behind us.

It's not.  This isn't even an hour outside of San Francisco. The fight isn't over.  The fight isn't about white or black anymore.  People are hating on LOVE.  The feeling you're supposed to relish in.  Don't we remember? It's the one you bask in, the feeling that changes your life.  

My generation has a fight too.  My favourite artist and designer once said that its easier now for young men to be gay.  This isn't easy.  Nothing about this is easy.  

I wish things were easy.  But they get hard first.  When things get hard you know who you are for when they get easy.  No one who went through an easy life had anything worth saying right?

But how do explain the crushing duality? The highs of discovering the inner you, followed without breath by the lowest low of that inner you being damned by the person you thought loved you most?  It's something that sits heavy, like the weight of the world you used to know.  For some of us, we carry that weight hand stretched out, sullen and dutiful, (you'd like to pretend your one hand won't get sleepy after awhile, at least that's the cheekbones say).  I guess for others, that weight is a lot like a bag slung over your shoulder.  Casually at first, (you'd only just get away with looking like the straps don't bother when they dig into your shoulder), hand placed just so to keep from bumping your chest too hard (any harder you'd fall backwards, the bag is bigger than you)

This isn't right.  This isn't who we are as a world.  It can't be.  Isn't love in any form best? I believe it is.  It has to be.  There has to be a way to bring people toget past details.  We're so much more than such a detail.  You'd think with all the grandeur-like delusions love being just love wouldn't be so grand as to be too grand for some.  They'd call you delusional.  Better to be delusional and let love be love than to be sane and spend your day nitpicking about it.  

Never understood it.  Sometimes men aren't always men and women aren't always women.  People are people though.  You'd let a manly man be a man, but then he's suddenly complex for knowing how women work.  Never understand it at all.  Somehow it seems best for society to let the man be both.  On the other hand you'd let a girly girl have a tough moment and then its all crazy, never mind that both men and women have to be tough.  No wonder society lacks balance.