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Friday, October 11, 2019
loud & desperate
Loud and desperate
That is what I am
Who I was born to be
Why I live the way I do
Wherein lies the soul of infinite rainbows
I am the spark of imagination
Of magic mystery and creation
I am the artist and the muse
I am the flower in full bloom
As sensitive as a fallen petal
As strong as all of its roots
I am sunrise the sun shining
Full of wild discovery
Curiosity and hope everlasting
I am the midnight sky
Illuminating vibrant shadows
The feverish passion
And the fiery dreams of radical faeries that do not sleep
I am the epidemic and the cure
No one cared until I fought to live
Now I thrive in my survival
Mourning the countless many I lost
I am pain loneliness and grief
A million children abandoned for being alive
Now a family of queens queers and everyone in between
I AM LOUD AND DESPERATE
To live and love and die
Like every other spirit
Forced into this mortal tribulation
By an unforgiving universe
All I want is freedom
Peace truth reason
Light and love divine
Without tragedy turmoil or strife
Why can I not be free
To have these things
Without living in fear
And my head hung in shame
To be loud and desperate
Loud so my people can hear and see me
For who I am and want to be
Desperate for love
Friendship and affirmation
I seek freedom and peace
From tyranny
Domestic and abroad
I seek truth and reason
From ignorance and willful prejudice
I seek light and love
From darkness and inhumanity
This is why I exclaim
SILENCE = DEATH
If my voice is not heard
My existence will fade away
I may not have had a choice to be here
I may not have had a choice to be queer
But I am now here and queer
So get used to it
Loud and desperate
Out of my closet
And into the streets
Here I am standing
In my place in this world
And I will not be moved
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Million Reasons
I've been pretty obsessed with Lady Gaga's newest album, Joanne. One of the big hits, Million Reasons, is one of my favorite songs of her collection. It has really resonated with me emotionally with its powerful lyrics and beautiful music.
I was first introduced to the song when I was at Marty Thomas presents DIVA at Industry a few weeks ago. Marty sang his heart out and I really fell in love with how stunning the music and the lyrics work together. When I got home I bought the album and started listening to it pretty religiously.
On my way into work today I listened to it three times. The third time something struck me that the song went a little deeper than what most believe the song is about. The lyrics seem to tell the story of a broken and/or abusive relationship which is difficult to escape. I totally heard that every other time I played it, except for this morning. As I listened attentively to each word paired with her vocalization or inflection, it came to me that the song could easily be interpreted as someone battling mental health issues and suicidal thoughts. Trust me - being mentally ill and having suicidal thoughts is definitely a broken relationship with oneself. I am in no way saying this was the meaning Lady Gaga intended - but that is a part of all art - everything is up for interpretation.
Read through these lyrics in the lens of someone battling mental illness:
Million Reasons
You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
But you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay
Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
And if you say something that you might even mean
It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay
Hey, ehh, ehh, eyy
Baby I'm bleedin', bleedin'
Stay, ehh, ehhy
Can't you give me what I'm needin', needin'
Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith
But baby, I just need one good one
Good one, good one, good one, good one, good one
When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one, good one
Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one
Baby, I just need one good one to stay
Million Reasons written by Lady Gaga, Hillary Lindsey and Mark Ronson
I don't really speak that openly about my battle with depression, sadness, anxiety, PTSD, and past suicidal thoughts. It's not an easy topic to talk about - but now that I've come so far away from a place of darkness I lived in for so long I can say more. I'm not declaring that I've been cured of anything - I still struggle with anxiety and PTSD everyday. The biggest change in my life was learning to say NO when I felt too pressured or anxious. I learned to say NO to activities that might trigger a panic attack. On the other hand, I learned to say YES to things that might make life easier or more fulfilling. There is no one answer for everyone - but there are answers for each individual.
I'm so happy I am now at a point where I know what to do if I ever feel like things are getting to be too overwhelming. No one said people aren't allowed to STOP and take time to take care of themselves before things get worse. Unfortunately, being mentally ill or dealing with mental health issues is still a faux pas in our society, when in fact, nearly 1 in 5 Americans suffers from mental illness each year. With Trump as our President, that number may steadily increase, but that's all I have to say about that.
"LGBTQ individuals are almost 3 times more likely than others to experience a mental health condition such as major depression or generalized anxiety disorder.
The LGBTQ community is at a higher risk for suicide because we lack peer support and face harassment, mental health conditions and substance abuse. For LGBTQ people aged 10–24, suicide is one of the leading causes of death. LGBTQ youth are 4 times more likely and questioning youth are 3 times more likely to attempt suicide, experience suicidal thoughts or engage in self-harm than straight people. Between 38-65% of transgender individuals experience suicidal ideation." Find out more at: Find-Support/LGBTQ
If you or anyone
you know is facing mental health issues or having suicidal thoughts, please
speak with someone you trust, a mental health provider, or call one the following hotlines:
It Gets Better campaign and The Trevor Project
provides a national, 24-hr, toll-free confidential suicide hotline for LGBTQ youth at 866-488-7386.
The Trevor Project also provides an online chat and confidential text messaging text “Trevor” to 202-304-1200.
The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
I didn't intend for this post to turn into a suicide prevention message, but it feels right to share my story so that maybe one person's life might be saved. Life is difficult; full of ups and downs. You're allowed to be broken, make mistakes, or even hit rock bottom. There's still hope for you and where there is hope, there is life and love. Every life deserves hope.
The first step
is admitting to yourself or to another person that you need help. You can’t climb
a mountain in one footstep, nor do you have to climb it alone. Ask for help,
talk it out, share your thoughts and feelings, or just scream and cry if you
need to. Even in your deepest despair and darkest hour, you are not alone.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
reflective reflection
broken
soaked in
blood
tears
salt
dripping off
my face
my hands
dirt
dust
rust
my broken
heart
soul
mind
searching
for life
pain
reality
i want
eye want
to see
my self
my face
nothing
something
some thing
no thing
what am i
looking
at
for
through
there is
someone
looking
crying
pleading
reflective
in the mirror
what do
i see
eye see
reflection
not reflective
of reality
stranded
waiting
begging
crowded loneliness
overwhelmed
dispairity
looking for
clarity
real
is not
feel
abandoned
from all of us
to all of you
us
you
no one
some one
any one
one
o
michael
gabriel
uriel
raphael
sing to me
hold me
touch my
sweet abyss
that darkness
fill with light
feel the light
shout
hosanna
my revelation
shout
hallelujah
my messenger
shout
atonement
my perfect light
shout
healing
my commander
break the dawn
with your
anonymous divinity
into this
glorious
night
of death
anew
a new
becoming
baptized
in glitter
bathed
in gold
showered
in rainbows
seraphim
cherubim
divine
i am
archangel
of this
empty corner
there is
no one
looking
there is
no one
king of
uninhabited
intoxicative
exhibition
of
prohibition
not alone
a lone
unicorn
in the
wild streets
vagabonds
chasing
driving
searching
yearning
what am i
looking
at
for
through
there is
someone
looking
crying
pleading
reflective
in the mirror
what do
i see
eye see
reflection
not reflective
of reality
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
peace i give unto you
Many years ago as I was preparing to serve a full-time mission with the LDS Church, leaders announced that any YSA (young single adult) who had broken the law of chastity could no longer serve a mission. I felt so ashamed and wanted to hide. I remember leaving church that day feeling absolutely defeated. There I was trying really hard to prepare for a full-time mission and fulfill my patriarchal blessing and then out of nowhere I was branded and told to my face that it would never happen for me. It seemed like life just got worse from there.
The next few years I became pretty reckless, depressed, and even suicidal. In a lot of ways I felt abandoned by the church and by the world, but I don't necessarily blame either for those feelings. In between all of these years were bouts of increased faith and spirituality as the cycle continued.
Finally, in 2005, I had enough of trying to be something that I clearly was never meant to be. I asked to be excommunicated during a meeting with the Bishopric and they granted my request. The night before I had a dream about being excommunicated and I cried in my sleep, but when I woke up I felt a huge burden lifted from me and I felt peace, comfort, and solace.
Months later I found out I was HIV-positive and I wasn't shocked, but it still hurt. I wasn't ready to face the consequences of my actions, but in time I knew I needed to start taking care of my physical body, as well as my spiritual one. So I made the decision to go back to church and for one last time try and get my act together to be re-baptized. I tried in vain for about seven years, but a few years ago decided to just stop.
No matter what I did, there would always be something that just didn't fit. I grew up enjoying being a Mormon. I love my Mormon friends, I love Mormon music, I love a lot of what Mormons believe in and stand up for, but I've made a decision to take care of my emotional and mental well being and to stay away from the church.
Now back to last night. My thoughts were about whether I'd ever consider going back to church and trying to be re-baptized. It didn't take long for me to answer no. By the church's current standards and policies, to be a member in good standing I'd have to end my relationship with John, despite our almost 2-year relationship. I'd have to remain celibate for the rest of my life or marry someone of the opposite sex, which to be fair is the same guideline for heterosexual members. The exception being that heterosexuals can go on dates, kiss, hold hands, etc until they're blue in the face and still be a member of the church, as long as they don't have sex. A heterosexual member would also generally face less punishment even if they had sex of some kind. And of course, even if I wanted to be a member of the church, I'd still end up being labeled an apostate.
So, just in case anyone in the world thinks there's a chance of me rejoining the LDS Church...well, there's the answer.
My point isn't to spread a message of negativity, especially around Christmas, but to say I'm happy I've reached a point in my life where I don't get lured into thinking I need to be re-baptized at the cost of my personal well-being. Depression, anxiety, PTSD, and suicidal thoughts/suicide are not a joke. The pressure of fitting in at church is not worth it when it leads to an increase of mental and emotional instability. Then add being LGBT and/or HIV-positive.
I am thankful for Mormons who have touched my life and who have remained my friends despite all that I have gone through and all they know about me. One of the greatest gifts God gave to me was the reassurance that He still loves me and that I do not need to be a member of the LDS Church to receive that love and His blessings. Knowing this gives me peace and comfort much like the feelings I had the day I was excommunicated and I felt the love, peace, and comfort of my God. While there's always room for improvement, God loves me just the way I am. And He loves you too.
Merry Christmas and Have a Happy New Year!
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." John 14:27
You have been caught Jey Walking!
Friday, June 19, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
past, present, future lover
Credit: http://padlib.com/pic/future-present-past/19169/for-1680X1050 |
for six years
we were stuck
with repetitive conversations
we could not say what we could have said
your eyes spoke
a certain language
to me they said words
I only now comprehend
we met in passing
every now and then
occasionally hinting
of our mutual adoration
your smile said
"I love you"
before I learned
to see
all at once
the stars aligned
as we orbited the universe
of our bodies, hearts, and minds
your arms
make me feel safe
no longer was I
the abandoned runaway
the way you love me
chases away
darkness, doubt
and fear
your heartbeat
in my ears
said I could be yours
forever
the way you love me
brings me
smiles, joy, warmth
and laughter
your soul
intertwined with mine
makes the light within
grow brighter
the way you love me
cannot be bought
with manipulation
or fortune
your ears
heard my voice
before I learned
to speak
the way you love me
is a source of life
I cannot live
without
six years
have passed
onward, further
we go
learning, living
loving each other
makes the wait
completely worth it
we are now
ignited fusion
our love sealed
together by fire
the way you love me
gives way
to hopes and dreams
I never imagined
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
where i am
One year ago my decision was clear and final: it was time to move back to New York City. Since I was struggling to figure out my path in Pittsburgh, along with my daily panic attacks, I just had to leave. There were too many moments when ideas or feelings centered around vanishing or dying were too frequent to ignore. With the amazing help from my best friend, I was rescued and brought back to the home I knew all to well.
My plan was to get a job, go back to graduate school and finish the six courses left of my degree, start paying bills, become financially and emotionally stable, and be happy. With plenty of effort, sacrifice, sweat, tears, and emotional shutdowns, I feel as though I haven't moved an inch in 365 days.
- Four jobs in 365 days.
- Accepted to graduate school, but unable to pay for classes, textbooks, and supplies due to loan rejection.
- Unable to start paying bills due to lack of income.
- Not financially stable
- Barely emotionally stable.
Now, the great news is that I connected with someone I've been acquainted with for six years. We have been dating for six months and I am very happy and lucky in love. Part of me wants to believe that I was meant to come back here to find John at just the right time in both of our lives. What I keep reminding myself of is that if John was the only good thing to happen to me in NYC, then coming back and staying here is worth all the negative parts of my life.
John is an optimistic and loveable soul. Whenever I am being my realistic (pessimistic) self, he always tries to find a way to make me laugh, smile, or at least relax. We both have our baggage, but ours seem to match in a lot of ways. We are learning about the idiosyncrasies of our personalities and behaviors. Our relationship has taught me a lot about myself and how I interact and react to people, places, things and...problems.
This is where I am. I am caught in between having the relationship I have always wanted and needed and a life full of hard decisions and struggles. Guess what that means, I'm human and slightly normal...I said slightly!
I'm not here to complain, but rather to explain what is going on in my life. I need all the motivation, encouragement, and prayers I can get. The world is getting tougher, meaner, and scarier day by day and I am just trying to find a way to keep my head above water and make sense of it all.
You have been caught Jey Walking!
"Where I Am"
I have stumbled, how I fell
Then you lifted me so unselfishly
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am
Then you lifted me so unselfishly
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am
Ive seen more hurtin'
On this road back from hell
Than I would wish on anyone
On this road back from hell
Than I would wish on anyone
For everything I faced in this world
It seemed the darkest
With the devil at my door
But with time comes the truth
It seemed the darkest
With the devil at my door
But with time comes the truth
And Ive had to go through the worst
To get to the best Ive ever been
To get to the best Ive ever been
I thought no one could love the kind of fool I was
No one was brave enough to take that chance
No one was brave enough to take that chance
Then you lifted me so unselfishly
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am
I have recovered, I am home
Now I believe in heaven
My hurt's my own, the battle's won
Those demons gone
My hurt's my own, the battle's won
Those demons gone
And Ive had to go through the worst
To get to the best Ive ever been
I thought no one could love the kind of fool I was
No one was brave enough to take that chance
No one was brave enough to take that chance
Then you lifted me so unselfishly
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am
No one could love the kind of fool I was
No one was brave enough to take that chance
No one was brave enough to take that chance
Then you lifted me so unselfishly
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am
You reached out your hands and caught me
Its your love that brought me where I am
And Ive had to go through the worst
To get to the best Ive ever been
To get to the best Ive ever been
Songwriters
COCHRAN, TAMMY LYNN/POLK, WILLIAM THOMAS III./THOMPSON, VERLON K.
COCHRAN, TAMMY LYNN/POLK, WILLIAM THOMAS III./THOMPSON, VERLON K.
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