OUTER DARKNESS, GNASHING OF TEETH,
AND A HINT OF DAWN...
Thanks to all of you who responded to my weepy posting of yesterday. Today is not so bad [how COULD it be?] if still just as dark and damp and empty. The weirdest thing about my current state of suspended animation -- for that is what it feels like -- is that is impossible to cry for more than a few moments at a time. And not often.
When I have, I have felt His presence in the most startlingly immediate way, the last time as bending over me as I sat with my head on my arms on the table, His hand [not, alas, perceptibly] on my shoulder. It is a moment I hold on to.
For those of you who felt my Gay Pride post showed a lack of community spirit, I can only say: What community? What pride? I have accepted myself as what I am for years, but still wrestle with the loss of my other self, which is about to depart with a bang, and probably a whimper from me...
But this business of inverting shame and CALLING it pride makes me wonder how much it is well-founded pride, pride in a real accomplishment, and how much it is pride in something like bloodlines, for which we can take no credit -- and that is another kind of pride altogether. Well, I have played skunk at THIS garden party long enough.
Hang in there. Don't let the bastards grind you down.
And count your blessings, as I am trying to remember to count mine.
When I have, I have felt His presence in the most startlingly immediate way, the last time as bending over me as I sat with my head on my arms on the table, His hand [not, alas, perceptibly] on my shoulder. It is a moment I hold on to.
For those of you who felt my Gay Pride post showed a lack of community spirit, I can only say: What community? What pride? I have accepted myself as what I am for years, but still wrestle with the loss of my other self, which is about to depart with a bang, and probably a whimper from me...
But this business of inverting shame and CALLING it pride makes me wonder how much it is well-founded pride, pride in a real accomplishment, and how much it is pride in something like bloodlines, for which we can take no credit -- and that is another kind of pride altogether. Well, I have played skunk at THIS garden party long enough.
Hang in there. Don't let the bastards grind you down.
And count your blessings, as I am trying to remember to count mine.
If I count my blessings, Troll, I must count you as one of them. Be well.
ReplyDeleteI'll be thinking of you, mate. You aren't alone. And you won't be after you come out either, even if you don't count us, your e-friends and admirers.
ReplyDeleteI was surprised how easily my children accepted my revelation. Still haven't told all my straight friends, though, including one born-again who has "strong views", but is also very fond of me.
Nigel
A non-sequiter of sorts- can't help it.
ReplyDeleteWatching TV the other night a commercial used a snippet of a song - Garden Party. Haven't heard it in decades, but put the old brain to work and a minute or two later stated- 'if memories are all I bring I'd rather drive a truck" but the chorus - I loved that chorus "you can't please everyone so you might as well please yourself"
iTunes is $.99 richer today:)