September 2011
28 posts
As I prepare myself to say goodbye to everything that is familiar to me, I am flooded with memories that this Town has provided me, as well as the things it has taught me: to by myself, to be abused and battered, to smoke at 12, to have sex at 13, to pop pills by 14, to shoot up by 15, to be gay, to be loved, to love. To write. To scream. To breathe. To live. To breathe. This Town has been with...
As I grow into a new person with a new pattern of behaviors, I am haunted by the name that has followed me through drug addiction, gender confusion, self-inflicted pain, dishonesty and deceit. But what is in a name, really? Shakespeare’s very own Juliet describes a name as fluid: that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Japanese Proverb states the importance of a...
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My Nicola,
Tonight dates my second time falling in love with you, and my full realization that I am forever wholly and gratefully yours for the years to come. I will think of you every day that I am gone at school; waking up next to you and falling into a deep, secure slumber with you in my bones. Though I know you’ve heard this before, let me reassure you that there is nothing I wouldn’t do to,...
I sit here and memorize what is left of my Room, the only spec of familiarity that has grounded me to a mindset of comfort over all these years. She’s been there for me watching me cry, watching me have sex, watching the transient people coming in and out of the beaded doorway. She waited for me as I packed up and went away to treatment, then the hospital, then treatment again, all the while...
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