Identity

In one of my classes we've been discussing, among other things, identities. To some degree, our identity is always being stretched, pulled, redefined and challenged. That's just part of being in this thing called life. This discussion has caused me to think in terms of my life's journey and the twists, turns, ups, downs, tears and laughter that have brought me to this beautiful present moment. It has taken some time to come to terms with myself. Years actually. After I allowed myself to be at peace with me, it has taken me some time to come to terms with the fact that some people now see me in a somewhat tainted light. I knew it would happen, I warned myself to prepare for such a thought, but yet I was unprepared for how I'd feel. I harbor no ill will, but still I hope....

I remembered a piece I had written a few years ago. I'll post it below. Writing has played an integral role in my inner dialogue on the topic of identity. My journey of self-identity has also made me more deeply aware of the ways in which I form my opinions of others. I hope I'm becoming more loving. I hope I'm becoming more tolerant. I sincerely hope I'm becoming more compassionate. I hope we learn to cut ourselves and each other a little slack--or a lot of slack. Whether we live in New York, Louisville, London, or Beijing, we're all in this together. Really.

One Thing Among Many

(2011)

I like me; I won’t lie. I think I’m funny as hell. I love my sarcastic soul.

I get lost in music.

I love to laugh.

I've been drinking coffee since I was two.

I’m a fighter.

I’m loyal.

When my family or friends are attacked, a fury rises up within me; 

Do not pick on the ones I hold dear—they are my world.

My eyes are blue.

My hair is short.

I’m a lefty.

I keep a wall around my heart. Few get in. It takes time to truly get to know me.

Charlie Brown and Snoopy are the greatest.

I love the outdoors. Fresh air is good for the soul.

I love cigars and wine.

I love to talk—to anyone about anything. There’s so much we can learn from each other.

I’m a good listener.

I’m a nerd.

I believe that dreams do come true.

I love my life. It is this grand adventure full of highs and lows; 

it is my own journey that no one else can live.

I love learning from those who hold a different point of view than mine.

Peanut Butter & Jelly is the best sandwich ever invented.

I’m a book-lover; 

many hours past bedtime were spent with the moon as my nightlight.

I love to watch TV with my dad.

I have a temper and a two broken toes to prove it.

I play piano.

Some of my favorite childhood memories are of cutting wood with my dad and grandpa.

I love languages and cultures; dialogue is a beautiful art.

My dad is my hero. He has the kindest soul I have ever known.

I love tattoos.

My mom is my inspiration to go after what I want in this life: don’t let anyone tell you what you can’t do.

I’m overly optimistic.

I love to travel. 

I am gay.