It probably would’ve been a more digestible, socially acceptable, politically correct pill had coming to America been because of a job or a man or any other quantitative denomination. That it ended up entailing those things as I go on does not negate the fact that it was not at all my main impetus.
If anything, this has been a journey into myself: coming back to me, deconstructing me, decolonizing me, tending to my broken parts, putting them back together, healing, loving, decompressing, deprogramming, figuring out who and what I am truly about without ingrained societal preset and conditioning.
I’ve been pondering over what it means to me, in my current incarnation, to be in present-day America what with all the widespread reckoning that has taken place in recent years regarding racism, sexism, military-industrial complex, police brutality, land sovereignty, climate justice, animal agriculture, and myriad other pressing, hot-button issues flooding our timelines and consciousness. I remain undecided with the answer.
I’m embarking on a queer, unorthodox quest, attracting queer, unorthodox experiences in the process, having really only myself as the steady force that trudges through it all, the proverbial mud, the familiar bouts with isolation. At times it’s sickeningly, deafeningly lonely and alienating; other times it’s deeply, life-affirmingly exhilarating and invigorating.
I’ve been shedding a lot of tears lately not out of sadness; rather, it’s because I’ve been constantly reminded of how far — literally and figuratively — I’ve come, beating so, so many odds, mustering up a semblance of courage despite my feeble will, opening up my heart in spite of past pains...
It’s funny when you’ve romanticized something for so long, only ever living it vicariously, thinking that if ever you had your hands on it, it would save you or change you anew, and then you do have your hands on it and realize that just because the romanticizing is long gone, it doesn’t make it any less beautiful. It just means you’re finally seeing it for what it is, knowing full well you’ve been the romance and the poetry all along.
It was never about the place. It was always about you.
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