15 May 2012
Her honesty stung. She had no idea, I had no idea, and no one knew anything and everything was meant to be learned again. Even this, this conversation, was monumental. Everywhere I had traveled to, every single space of land was vacant before. And now? Now a woman stood before me, acting as if she knew me, called me by my name and offered to save my life. This conversation was biblical, in a way. Drawing up memories of the persons Adam and his wife Eve who had tasted the forbidden fruit, and had refused to listen to their father, who was the creator of the Earth in just six days, but he needed the seventh to rest. Except for this time God had messed up and sent a gay boy to deal with Eve, and he didn’t know what to do with himself, never before seeing something that made him feel so helpless and forgotten and broken and unworthy.
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