Coming Out – The Journey
This is the “depository” of all my blog entries and poetry that either led me through, to, or beyond the decision to “come out”, and continues to chronicle thought and feelings about this incredible journey.
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Benjifer Bones – #FFFocus
“Benjifer Bones” the old cat intones, “shall never be one of those usual drones”
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Still. Way. Too. Many. Limits.
White. European. Straight. Cisgendered. Wealthy. Males. For them – the sky’s the limit.
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resolved
no longer a fear-panicked youth
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Sonnet XV – unknow thyself?
to know thyself above all else is wise, but wisdom wields a pain that burns like fire
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bottoms up
we might’s well drink the brew.
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Perplexing Theology Stress Disorder
I MUST BE DOING THIS WRONG.
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Family Fractured?
I, ultimately, don’t get to choose.
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defy the box
Sometimes fate/the Universe/God/biological determinism/behavioral conditioning shines upon you.
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sunless solstice
celestial cycles don’t control all darkness.
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Sonnet XIV – Close to the Wind
a proud sight beheld, from stern to the prow.
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strata
“feel the feels” a friend affirmed, and deeply dug did I.
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exposed
a dagger through the heart is generally no one’s preference…
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interphase
undivided. improbable. preposterous.
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Sonnet XIII – “Alexa, Dim the Lights”
When given option One or Two – try Three.
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The Perfect Fit
My clothing covered my body just fine
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don’t jinx it
Do the unthinkable.
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never enough
straight from the Tempter’s oven
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Choosing a Ring – #SoCS
My Ring doorbell chime still has a witch cackle from Halloween. I should probably change that – or not. There is still some pretty strange and dark magic going on… Is there a sound more appropriate for post-election, pre-Thanksging, COVID-surge insanity that could echo through my home when someone comes to the door? Let’s check…
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opening?
friendly, yet foreboding.
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Sonnet XI – machete jungle
’tis as I feared, we’ve entered zone called “friends”;in search of different – more – though this is fun.while something still continues – something ends;it all feels o’er before it had begun.I wax dramatic – ’tis the role I play;Life in my head exists in excess size.expecting nothing used to be my way;expecting now just…
