I've had an interesting journey the last few weeks. (Interesting in the sense of the Chinese curse.) And I was lying in bed this morning trying to put everything into perspective. Having recently "come out to myself" I've been trying to figure out a way to best describe what's happening to me. The best analogy I've been able to come up with is it's like finding a new room in your house. You've walked down that hallway a thousand times, you knew the door was there, but you never walked through it. Then one day you think "I wonder what's in there," and you open the door. When you look inside, you find that it's not just a dusty old room, it's really a treasure trove of beautiful and wonderful things. These things are so beautiful and so wonderful that you want to spend all your time in there getting to know them. (I guess that's the pink fog.)
Then I began thinking about the gifts that God has given us. (I'm deeply religious, so I use the word God. If you're not, then substitute, "the forces of nature," "evolution," or whatever word you wish.) We all know that some of us have been given more gifts than others, why, nobody knows. What I realized is that I have been given so many gifts that they won't fit in a room labeled "Male" or "Female". I imagine that most of you are the same way.
But society won't accept that. Is it because they are envious? The especially gifted are often subject to repression, so we've got to take our some of our gifts and hide them to make ourselves seem more "normal."
People keep asking "What's wrong with us?" "Why are we broken?" There's nothing wrong with us, and we're not broken. And those aren't even the right questions.
Thank you for all you've given me.
