Pride…

Well, it is the beginning of pride week here in toronto, and the city is buzzing. What I like about this festival is that it gives people of every sexuality a chance to shine.

But the thing is…why shouldn’t we shine, on a regular basis?

Don’t get me wrong, pride week is a fantastic idea- but I truly believe in order for people to see it and understand it, it needs to be something that is continuous, ongoing. Not to say that it needs to be flaunted into people’s faces- but I definitely believe that the more people know, the least likely they are to judge. Judgements are rarely made with rational thought.

Take me, for example.

I have never classified myself as gay, straight, or bisexual. Why? Because I don’t fit into those categories. As I told Kelly the other day- love doesn’t know those terms. Love knows when they’ve found that person that will make them truly happy, make them truly be themselves. It doesn’t know boundaries or limitations. S’why I don’t classify myself as -any- of those. But people always seem to want to classify what I -am-, and that’s an irrational judgement. But if they want to do that, that is fine…I am what I am, and will not make apologies for who or what I love.

Anyways, pride week is an amazing week. It brings this wonderful community together, and shows how diverse Toronto really is, and how much we as a society…has grown.

question…

If a tree falls in the forest, and hits me, does anyone care?

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An Irish Blessing…

Go n-éirí an bóthar leat.
Go raibh cóir na gaoithe i gcónaí leat.
Go dtaitní an ghrian go bog bláth ar do chlár éadain,
go dtite an bháisteach go bog mín ar do ghoirt.
Agus go gcasfar le chéile sinn arís,
go gcoinní Dia i mbois a láimhe thú.

It’s fitting that it is cold and cloudy on the day of your funeral.  You told me once as a kid that these were your favorite kind of days. Blustery, windy, cold.  Is that where I got the like of these days, too? Maybe. I remember waking up on  days like these and hearing  my brother go ‘Ohhhh it’s gonna RAIN’, as if it were a bad thing.  But me?  I kinda got excited  by it. I still do, really.  If  I could wear rubber boots today, I would- because I know that it would have made you smile…

I won’t lie- I  am going to miss you. It has been  a year, maybe a little more, since I have been  home. It was lucky for me that I had a grandad who liked to email- and god knows I’m going  to miss  those emails- but the emails,  were not the same as being able to  see you when I could…

Maybe I will wear rubber boots today.

Thank you,  love you,  and I’ll miss you. Gone, but definitely  not forgotten.

x