It wasn’t meant to make any point. There wasn’t any great stand to be made. It was just telling you that these were my feelings. They weren’t going to change.

Then I read about Dominic Sheahan-Stahl. A man who was invited to be the keynote speaker at his brother’s graduation ceremony. Only to have that invite retracted. NOT because he was gay. Because he was OPENLY gay. WTH does THAT even mean and WHY does that matter?

Then I read about Inger Knudson-Judd and Philippa Knudson-Judd through my friend Erin. Even though they are legally married, immigration Is FUBARed and forces their separation again and again. For Phillipa to leave her twelve-year-old daughter again and again.

It’s not Christian, you say.

It’s not natural, you say.

It’s not what God says should be, you say.

How can anyone that comes to this site and feel sorry for  my pain and terror at being away from my family for hours DARE TO SAY PHILLIPA AND INGER’S ANGUISH AT BEING RIPPED APART FOR MONTHS AREN’T NATURAL?

As for God?

I’m pretty sure the guy that told you to love and forgive, preached grace and generosity would be sick at this self-righteous, sanctimonious display of power.

And if you need God’s own word?

Matthew 7:1-5 “Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.”

Oh yeah. I grew up in the church,. I just got all Ren McCormack on you.

I wish I would write a lot a lot of words.

But sometimes you don’t need them.

My leg.

My foot.

My arm.

My hand.

My jaw.

My heart.

My spirit.

My soul.

Some pains go away.

Some are forever.

The scars go deep and last a life-time.

Things there are no cure for, you learn to live through.

But you do learn to live.

You survive.

It strengthens you.

I’ve never been one to be great with imagery. My words were plain and simple. My style is almost stark now.

I have to keep the look very minimalistic because my vision can’t handle too much action.

Instead of telling you how to feel, I’d rather MAKE you feel.

What I can’t express with a turn of phrase or use of pretty words, I have to clarify with style, color or font.

I have to economize.

I’d love to go into great detail but it’s a luxury no longer at my disposal.

Sometimes I know my meaning is getting lost in the words I can’t use.

Sometimes a meaning comes that I didn’t intend.

It has to be enough.

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From a hotel room, but never basking in Poseidon’s glory.

I have to close my eyes and imagine the feel of the wind in my hair.

My soul knows the earth’s whispered secrets are forbidden to me.

There are destinations where the word “accessibility” is no more than a faint shadow of a dream.

I’ll never swim there. Never stand there. Won’t go there.

I’ll only go those places in pictures.

I’ll only see them from here.

This might be as close as I get to some places.

At least this is the one place that matters most.

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