- I don't know what I am talking about.
- It doesn't matter because no one but me is listening.
- I like to write.
- But not about myself.
- I would probably be OK if I could just withdraw and write.
- It is trying to be civil to others, to maintain connection which is proving hard.
- Life is not a story.
- In the end, all life is reduced to story.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Friday, August 25, 2017
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Monday, August 21, 2017
I long ago made a marriage with a man who was both my perfect match and who has vast insecurities leading to an emotional language that can be both devastating and insensitive. Many of the times in my life, when I have been at the lowest, he has chosen to point out my faults rather than simply comfort me. The funny thing is, I think I am the same towards him. It is a very bad habit and one that I would like to overcome - I just don't know where to start.
All of this has left me feeling like I am living in the aftermath of an earthquake.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
So, the upshot seems to be that if you are gay, your writing cannot be trusted. Of course, the un-named 'A' is right. WAIT, before you hoist me on this petard of my own making, hear me out...
As writers, we would do well to remember that words have power. Blogger A has managed to dance away from the wave that would erase her self-imposed border, but the tide is rising, and that line in the sand grows harder and harder to defend. The best thing we can do is write. Books with gay characters. Books with real people in them. Books with characters worth admiring. Blogs that are inclusive. Articles that ask hard questions. Stories that change us, that shine light into our darkest corners, that bring our own irrationality to light where it can shrivel and die. Blogger A is right: words have power, but Blogger A is wrong not to embrace the power of words to shape us into better people.