It's been a while since I did this brainstorm type of writing. My ears are so hot right now... coming off just responding to a political post on Sebastian's FB page regarding the complexities of voting. Someone was making the argument that they weren't against gay rights just because they may be voting for Romeny... but whatever the spoken or written words are, you truly are if you're endorsing someone who would not allow me to get married or see my partner in the hospital, etc. I said that it basically comes down to a prioritization of the values in one's life. I didn't make a judgement as to what those values are.
People always come first. If we can't agree on that basic thing than how do we expect to live with one another? And how to we begin to do that if we don't agree that we have an equal footing that we all start from to then have discourse, debate, grow, learn... and... *ugh*... I shake my head.. or as the kids say it these days: SMH.
Moodswings' first album is playing as I'm typing. I'm sitting on the couch in Scott & Joseph's apartment. I'm in San Fernando. It's midnight now... Grandpa died a little before 6pm today (October 23rd). Here's what I wrote on my FB:
"The man who taught me at 5yrs old what Pi was,
that donkey's meant Democrat and elephants meant Republicans and to be
skeptical of both, who gave me my first journal to write in at 8yrs old
which encouraged me to write more...left his body today. I love you
very much, Grandpa.
My grandfather gave me so much more than my
last name. As an adult, I would begin to understand the complexities
of my emotions by listening to his words that held a subtle wisdom. In
these last several years, the Alzheimer's would take me and so much more
from his memory. I'm happy that he is now able to reconnect with all
that he once knew. Goodbye Grandpa."
I always cry (inside or outwardly) when I hear my mother's hurt voice over the phone. Maybe it's something, some reaction or feeling that I learned over time; rooted in childhood with memories I no longer have. All I know is that it's one of those empathic things that pops up in my life quite naturally when it happens.
End.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Saturday, October 06, 2012
Monkey Moments
Listening to Lady Antebellum's "Need You Now" while reading old love letters is maybe not the best combination one could choose to marry at a "quarter after one." Hahaha... In truth, enough time has passed where the sincere sentiment of the letters can be lightly relived and not asorbically absorbed.
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
One Quarter Moisturizer
"When you're in unfamiliar places count on me through life's changes..."
I lay in the morning light with headphones on while I caress my arms. This feeling that I give to myself is not the same as it was as a child and done by grandma: not the same as a teenager and done by a lover; not the same as when I have done it before in the pauses of time.
I lay in the morning light with headphones on while I caress my arms. This feeling that I give to myself is not the same as it was as a child and done by grandma: not the same as a teenager and done by a lover; not the same as when I have done it before in the pauses of time.
