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Edited on Mon Aug-27-07 08:12 PM by Skip Intro
Let's say you're a, oh, flower.
Let's say you have an urge, an undeniable urge, to grow from a seedling into a beautiful, magnificent thing of beauty - unique and incomparable, and breathtaking in the fullness of who and what you are. You are 100% what you were meant to be, what you've longed to be, what you ARE, genuine and sincere and spectacular.
Then let's say, as you strive to blossom into your glorious, full being, you encounter such hostility, such negativism, such authoritative shame, such bashing - falling like boulders upon your fragile effort to just be.
You're a kid. The world is bright and beautiful. Magical. No boundaries such that break your spirit. What a wondrous place in which you live, and how wondrous you must be to be here. Sometimes its hard to stop smiling.
Time passes and you start to realize you're not the same as others. You're not the same as those on tv. YOu're not the same as your parents, or their Friends, or yours. In fact, over time, you learn the things you feel, strongly, are viewed by many around you as bad, horrid, enough to turn off your family's love and invite ridicule from strangers. Potential friends become potential threats to avoid. Even God hates you. SO much so fast. Why? What do you do?
You hide yourself. YOu stuff yourself as far back into your psyche as you can, and you pretend to be something else. Shattering harm is done, ongoing and cumulative. Not healthy. And you continue to grow. No one must find out.
And so you spend much of your time, much of your energy, much of your life force, creating and maintaining a false persona - must avoid the hellish judgment and onslaught of shame should you be found out. Yet who you are is still there. Still kicking. And still coming to the surface from time to time. In twisted ways, the only ways left available.
I'm not so pissed at a person who expresses urges in unconventional ways, as long as all involved are adults and all actions are consensual and not in violations of others' rights, so much as I am saddened by a society who's prejudices and intolerances unfairly cripple the natural development of any of its members.
Did that make any sense?
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