Isn't it an oxymoron?? That everyone's reality is truth but not everyone's truth is a reality. Marching to the beat of a 9-to-5 with the rhythm of a stay-at-home mom. Life is only relative to circumstance. But don't make your circumstance your conclusion. Live to die another day, but die to live another day. How can we be so many things and nothing at the same time?? A mid-winters nightmare can be another persons midnight summer's dream. Yet, all the while we are changing by staying the same. And when I thought I had it all figured out, I got my red-penned essay back: "Nice try." The words so taunting. As if I didn't know that already. Relativity is the key to survival. But who needs to survive when reality is not truth??
It’s forgettable- the number of times I was called a “fucking faggot” as a kid. As a former child of god, I wasn’t expected to know what those words meant. I was taught that repentance was vital to achieving everlasting life. My momma made me go to church every Sunday. I said my prayers as I was told. But I eventually learned that Catholicism was never my sanctuary. Christianity was never my safe-haven. God never stopped the cheap shots. He never once prevented the harassment or pure embarrassment that I felt from the words of my “kin in Christ.” Now, picture me- a helpless faggot, blinded by the incandescent lights of an old catholic church. I was home from college spending Spring Break in my former hellscape. So, naturally, my momma yet again made me go to church. This time, on a Wednesday. It was Ash Wednesday. When I was among the folks from home, I felt out of place. So much that I’d imagine camouflaging myself. Like saber-tooth in hiding. But the difference? I had a far mo...
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