Internally, I'm having a kind of challenging day...about a lot of things, really, but also because of the homophobic things I still often hear in my life and the things anyone can read and hear in news and commentary...one of the best articles I've ever read on what being gay is like is here, with emphasis on this part:


 Far too often Christian, when you make the statement that being gay is a sin, what you're really doing without realizing it is reducing all LGBT people down to a sex act -- as if that alone defines sexuality.

You're denying any emotional component in their lives, any capacity to feel real love or show genuine affection toward someone else.

In a gross oversimplification, you're labeling a complex, fully formed human being as merely a performer of intercourse.

That's something you would never do with heterosexuality, and especially not with your own sexuality, because you understand implicitly that your sexual orientation is about much more than a physical act. It's a much deeper part of who you are than that.

It's about far greater things than just plumbing and gymnastics.

You know that in your own life, the physical act of sex isn't the totality of your sexuality -- that it is also about affection and companionship and the desire to love and be loved. It's about who you are drawn to and attracted to and compelled to be close to.
 

I would go even further and say that a gay person can be celibate and perfectly okay with that and yet still have romantic and deep emotional feelings for someone. Being gay is no more about sex all the time (or even at all) than being straight is...We do not assume that straight people are always being physical (that they are all about the physical) so why should we about gays and lesbians?

The rest of the article can be found here:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/john-pavlovitz/yes-homosexuality-absolutely-is-a-choice_b_7106800.html?ncid=txtlnkusaolp00000592

I'm still thinking about the article on solitude from Harper's...between the revelations and superb writing it can really take hold of you. Thinking about solitude has made me think about other things as well...and on days like these, I truly believe there is no worse enemy than one's own self...and that even though it can be really hard to be alone, it is better to be alone because at least then you know you won't make a fool of yourself or unintentionally be rude or thoughtless with someone you like.

And then there is the sadness of knowing a second chance is gone for good...or even a third or fourth one, if you're lucky enough to get those. That is me, that is how it's always been with friendships I wanted more than life itself...there's a point up to where I can be okay, where they might not even dislike me and then I do something (definitely unintentional, always excruciating, that either happens in one defining moment or is a series of moments all within a day or two) that can never un-change how they see me.

It doesn't matter what my intentions are because only I truly know what they were or are...the person on the other end of my intentions can only see the bad results. And, even if they did understand, what do our good intentions matter when it's our actions and outer things that affect (and hurt) others the most?

On a related note (as far as wanting to try and just to keep quiet so I don't say or do anything out of line in the first place) I put this on hold at my local library. In a way, it's kind of nice to know there is a wait list for it...because other people must struggle too with worrying about what comes out of their mouths.

Another book that looks interesting:

And..one of my favorite songs ever kind of speaks to the pain of not being who you want to be (unless I'm totally interpreting it wrong)...

"Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve


'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah,

No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change
I can't change

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
Try to find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the things meet yeah

You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no

I can't change my mold
no, no, no, no, no,
I can't change
Can't change my body,
no, no, no

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have you've ever been down?

This song...I was listening to an online 80s music station this morning and I heard this for the first time and it's already stuck inside my soul...more for the music than the words, though parts of the lyrics get to me too, plus I really like the whole idea of ripping something up and starting again...

"Rip It Up" by Orange Juice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESy-Z8vqMrE


When I first saw you
Something stirred within me
You were standing sultry in the rain
If I could've held you
I would've held you
Rip it up and start again

Rip it up and start again
Rip it up and start again
I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God
And I hope to God I'm not as numb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God

And when I next saw you
My heart reached out for you
But my arms stuck like glue to my sides
If I could've held you
I would've held you
But I'd choke rather than swallow my pride
Rip it up and start again

Rip it up and start again
Rip it up and start again
I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God
And I hope to God I'm not as numb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God

And there was times I'd take my pen
And feel obliged to start again
I do profess
That there are things in life
That one can't quite express
You know me I'm acting dumb-dumb
You know this scene is very humdrum
And my favourite song's entitled 'boredom'

Rip it up and start again
I said rip it up and start again
I said rip it up and rip it up and rip it up

and rip it up and rip it up and start again


 

 

April 2015, Washingtonian

My favorite parts of the Sunday papers always used to be the wedding vows and real estate sections, both for the vicarious living and genuine happiness at seeing others find happiness. Now, somehow, reading both sometimes makes me aware of the huge gaps in my life...home and house.

 

The more I can make peace with these missing gaps (and the more I save, the more I think I can move from apartment to condo or town house) the more I can return to reading both sections.

 

Though I still believe the local newspapers have far more attainable goals, in terms of finding something affordable, I do love both Baltimore and Washingtonian magazines and the articles they often run on the "best places" to live in the area.

 

 

 

This article is just amazing...it says so much about solitude, though I'm still absorbing it all and have a lot more to take in (it's great, really, but very dense in scope.)

Besides the fact that living by yourself can sometimes be lonely, the other troublesome thing (for me, at least) is this thoughtless perception that "solitaries" (to use the author's words) somehow have it "easier" than couples or families. Not only is this not true, but other people have no idea why someone else may be living on their own or what goes on in that person's life.

We all can be lonely, no matter how we physically live. And we all can be very responsible and perpetually busy, no matter if we are partnered or not.