This is Me
(aka 'And You are All in Me', aka 'Pride is about no Prejudice at All')
"In the tangled web of life, identity is in the eye of the beholder — shaped by what we see, what we choose to understand, and what we refuse to let go."
(Hubert Crackanthorpe)
PS: Yes, A., I read your sensible words — not out of obsession, but because I read everything. It’s what I do, professionally and personally. From tabloid headlines to lofty sonnets, from SeraphimSL to the MLA Handbook — and yes, when someone I cared about deeply for ten years writes something, I notice. I don't obsess. Promise.
You say it’s not about me, and I believe that. 569 % (three digits, always). I didn't even think it was. Because I am a reader. A close reader even. Still, silence between us speaks louder than words ever could. And your PS did include me in some way. Isn't that telling? The irony is not lost on me. Nor is your care. Thank you for that. And a thousand other things.
I’m not here to debate or to reopen anything. Just to say: I understand how it feels to be misunderstood. Marginalized. Labeled as ‘insane’ or 'evil'. And if my presence — even as a silent reader — ever felt like a judgment, it wasn’t meant that way.
Sometimes we read because we still care. Even when we’re no longer part of the story.
That’s all. Really. I am glad you and M. invite others to reflect and even communicate. And that is not sarcasm. While I reflect on us (unavoidably), I do not want to make this about us. I wish you and M. happiness. More than you can probably imagine. It’s not some twisted sense of ego that made me craft this. It’s love. For anyone. Always. The 'beautiful man' (who can rage like a savage, true). Your words, not mine. Remember him? The time has come to honor those words. So this is for you guys. And the love you have. All the way. Be well. Be very well. Ave atque vale.
PS2: Buns: thank you for helping me with this while you wanted some more beauty sleep. God knows you don't need any of that anyway. Kali: order us some food. And all of you out there: the next picture will be totally insane and about nothing specific at all. Or about the ladies & me. Because that's how we roll.
And don't make others miserable. Or I will come haunt you. 👻
A., You know I am all about the mood woven by notes and words, not the exact lyrics: Beck - Lost Cause
Bonus track, because A. is right. Or rather: love is always right. So love ALL the colors of the rainbow: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart - This Love Is Fucking Right
Unrelated complimentary video about the awesomeness of cats & the people who care about them: Because... cats
This is Me
(aka 'And You are All in Me', aka 'Pride is about no Prejudice at All')
"In the tangled web of life, identity is in the eye of the beholder — shaped by what we see, what we choose to understand, and what we refuse to let go."
(Hubert Crackanthorpe)
PS: Yes, A., I read your sensible words — not out of obsession, but because I read everything. It’s what I do, professionally and personally. From tabloid headlines to lofty sonnets, from SeraphimSL to the MLA Handbook — and yes, when someone I cared about deeply for ten years writes something, I notice. I don't obsess. Promise.
You say it’s not about me, and I believe that. 569 % (three digits, always). I didn't even think it was. Because I am a reader. A close reader even. Still, silence between us speaks louder than words ever could. And your PS did include me in some way. Isn't that telling? The irony is not lost on me. Nor is your care. Thank you for that. And a thousand other things.
I’m not here to debate or to reopen anything. Just to say: I understand how it feels to be misunderstood. Marginalized. Labeled as ‘insane’ or 'evil'. And if my presence — even as a silent reader — ever felt like a judgment, it wasn’t meant that way.
Sometimes we read because we still care. Even when we’re no longer part of the story.
That’s all. Really. I am glad you and M. invite others to reflect and even communicate. And that is not sarcasm. While I reflect on us (unavoidably), I do not want to make this about us. I wish you and M. happiness. More than you can probably imagine. It’s not some twisted sense of ego that made me craft this. It’s love. For anyone. Always. The 'beautiful man' (who can rage like a savage, true). Your words, not mine. Remember him? The time has come to honor those words. So this is for you guys. And the love you have. All the way. Be well. Be very well. Ave atque vale.
PS2: Buns: thank you for helping me with this while you wanted some more beauty sleep. God knows you don't need any of that anyway. Kali: order us some food. And all of you out there: the next picture will be totally insane and about nothing specific at all. Or about the ladies & me. Because that's how we roll.
And don't make others miserable. Or I will come haunt you. 👻
A., You know I am all about the mood woven by notes and words, not the exact lyrics: Beck - Lost Cause
Bonus track, because A. is right. Or rather: love is always right. So love ALL the colors of the rainbow: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart - This Love Is Fucking Right
Unrelated complimentary video about the awesomeness of cats & the people who care about them: Because... cats