prayers for bobby (griffith)

"Before you echo Amen in your home or

place of worship, think and remember.

A child is listening." (Mary Griffith)

time is just a relative concept

Forever's Not So Long from garrettmurray on Vimeo.

of the so-called we-ness

"We still don't even have a name we can call ourselves. We are many people. We always have been. There is no such thing as a homosexual anymore, if there were ever was. There is no inclusive word to embrace us all. Gay is what we're using now, though i know few who are really happy with this word. Queer is truly hateful to many, including me. It is a revolting word and a million miles from connoting pride from its bearers. It took people of color in America many centuries to coalesce as African-Americans. Perhaps we need more time to locate and agree on our name." (Larry Krammer)

probably the goal is actually not to goal

after a month of break up stories

breakups. they say it's probably one of the hardest things a person has to face in life. in that very instance, two parties come to a parting of the ways, and there's usually no turning back. some lucky couples reach this point of separation with mutual understanding, while in other cases, couples are somehow forced to go on with different lives. but no matter how people would decide to call it quits, all the promises made to each other, and all the hopes and wishes woven together as a couple, will all just be thrown in the abyss of broken dreams. as what those people, who have gone through the hardships of breaking up with their partners, would say, it's like a part of me has died. so if quitting from a relationship is painful and difficult, then why do some people choose this decision anyway? don't we all want a happily-ever-after?

and on a similar note, when do we know that it's over?

as what the title of this blog says

"But what i see is the millions of people, of whom i am just one, made orphans: no motherland, no fatherland, no gods, no mounds of earth for holy ground, no excess of love which might lead to the things that excess love sometimes brings, and worst and most painful of all, no tongue. For isn't it odd that the only language I have in which to speak of this crime is the language of the criminal who committed the crime? And what can this really mean? For the language of the criminal contain only the goodness of the criminal's deed." (Kincaid 1988, 32)

"As what we were like before we met you, I no longer care. No periods of time over which my ancestors held sway, no documentation of complex civilizations, is any comfort to me. Even if I really came from people who were living in trees, it was better to be that than what happened to me, what I became after I met you." (Kincaid 1988, 37)