Thursday, April 13, 2006

MIRROR IMAGES...

The Snowman wrote his wife:


It is our relationship that set the bar so high when I went in search of your mirror image in male form. But you really have no equal of any sex...


When I read this, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I realized for the first time why, in whale mode, I had fallen so far, so fast toward the "alien planet" that was Piggo. How could I not have seen that I was responding to someone who had all the best qualities of my wife [devotion religious and personal, gravity and levity in wondrous balance, thoughtfulness and mindfulness, concern and discernment], with the possible exception of beauty, which suddenly seemed immaterial. [Who knows what he looks like? I was certainly past caring.]

But the Snowman has his finger on my pulse: it was everything I didn't want to lose, plus the one thing I wanted to gain, and oh, how clear it seemed that all the folds and wrinkles and kinks would align like nesting spoons... Now, as the Wachowsky Brothers might say, I was living in a dream world, Neo, or at least was battering down the door to get into one; I was in real danger of picking the wrong color pill and waking up in a nightmare -- hence the panic that ensued, along with the Natural Born Dyke thing of figuring out how I could fit in around his life in a more giving and surrendering way than I have ever really contemplated with my wife, who was always expected, on some level, to fit around mine...

And the power of that attraction remains. Even though I now understand what I was doing blindly, it remains compelling. For the simple reason that my fall followed the first inkling that it might be possible to find another person out there in the Big, Bad, Cruel World, who could love me as much, put up with as much, offer as much... One of the major Reality Checks I have kept coming back to is that the chances of being struck by such lightning twice in one lifetime seem incredibly, not to say impossibly, remote. But if there were a chance?

Well, that's not a promise I can seek or anything I can hope to know. My decision has to be completely "free", which in this case means without hope of compensation... I must work out my salvation in fear and trembling -- I may not be working much out at the moment, but I am certainly in fear and certainly trembling -- I can only put my life in a larger pair of hands than mine, and pray that I will have eyes to see the path he shows me.


My wife's best friend has been "told", and she is coming to visit. MWBF, call her Roz, has been a rock, always there for my wife, always willing to drive incredible distances to share lunch, coffee, reminiscences of their earlier lives in The City, the trials of their lives since, offering the comfort of a truly open and understanding ear. But... while she has been a good friend to me, and has, I'm sure, defended me much in the past, she has also minced no words when she thought I was going overboard, astray, or to hell in a handcart. Though the chance of the kind of laughter we have shared in the past seems less likely all the time, I am delighted she is coming, but also terrified. A loving judge is still a judge; and the condemned must still tremble before a loving judge's verdict.

Pray for me.
And stay with me.

3 comments:

  1. Hi Troll,

    A couple of things come to mind.

    The mirror images exist in your mind. They are not real. Yeah, yeah, everything that exists for each of us is just in our minds, I know. But work with me here.

    You've never even seen Piggo. Which I assume means you've never had to (oh, did I say "had to" about such a joyous, fulfilling, sublime experience??) yeah, HAD TO sleep with Piggo...when he had the night farts, was breathing nasty *fill in the blank* breath on you, was pregnant and uncomfortable, had the shits and had to get up 88 times during the night, was puking...you're a smart dude so I think you're catching on. Even more interestingly, I'm assuming you've never slept with Piggo when YOU had the nights farts, were breathing your nasty *fill in the blank* breath on you. skip this one. had the shits and had to....I think you're catching on.

    Just like all of us, you have a very magical mirror in your mind. It reflects what it wants you to see right back to you.

    Oh, and one more thing. The wife side of your mirror is currently reflecting someone who is not cooperating with you on acknowledging this very important fact of your gayness. I don't imagine Piggo's side looks like that.

    No matter what happens, before you eject your wife I recommend you do you're damndest to make sure each side of the mirror is reflecting a more balanced, complete picture. Whatever that is.

    Two cents worth from one who played with, and continues from time to time to play with, fire.

    Scarecrow

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  2. Dear Troll,
    I am honored to be compared so favorably to you wife, though she may not think it such a compliment. The qualities you mention humble me.

    We've never met in person, you don't know what I look like or sound like or live like. I'm not so bad, mind you. But I am not very "real," when only know through a blog. That's just a small fraction of me.

    Is there someone out there? I dare say that is the case, though doubtfully, me.

    I have always abhorred folk who have an affair, then go and leave their spouses and move in with some one else. But now I have new understanding.

    When you have the affair, you have something to hold on to, some where and someone to go to. Please hear, I am NOT condoning such behaviour, just acknowledging that it makes things somewhat easier in that one has "some place to go."

    In my situation (and possibly yours) there is "no place to go." We are looking into utter darkness and completely unknown territory. Terra incognito. And for me that is terrifying. Terrifying!

    But with the eyes of faith, I know that jesus did the same thing. i believe he went to the cross not knowing what would happen, other than he would die. I believe he hoped, I believe he had faith in the Father. But if he absolutely KNEW that it would all turn out, then the cross is a mere act, a farse, a game. If Jesus cannot identify with my sense of terror, then he cannot redeem it.

    I have hope, faith, trust. But the opposite of faith is not doubt, it is certainty. I know, somehow, some day, some way, I must face the terror, the darkness, the abyss. But I do not face it alone.

    Joe.

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  3. My reply to you gentlemen is getting far too long to be a comment. Meet me back out on the front page...
    The
    World-weary
    Troll

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