Out-ness and the pain of labels.
Someone wrote…
I don’t have a fight with my body, this frame of flesh I inhabit, its geography holds some hills and some valleys; maybe as a map it confuses people, but I’m not a representation of me, I’m me and it seems like all the words, for what I could be, just try to trim an effusive loving & expansive being into a pre-judge-able unit to be sorted like hardware.
Why does it feel like these labels are just a thousand ways of saying “not like me”?
I want the opposite effect when I introduce myself….
“we’re beautifully similar.”
What’s your experience?
Category: your voice One comment »
February 25th, 2016 at 7:03 am |
Sounds like me … but the way you say it is sooo beautiful.
I recognize myself in it. I guess that makes us beautifully similar!
love,
Ursula
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