Warning: This post is best read if you go to the bottom and play Claire de Lune while reading. Trust me, it will make more sense!
It has been exactly one month since I’ve written anything on here. I’m not going to make any excuses for not writing and I’m not going to explain away the details of my last month. The reality is that I’ve spent most of my time behind my glasses, smoking cigarettes and drinking strong coffee from my French press, smudging my fingers with pens as I make notes and more notes, outlining my next two books, which I’m writing simultaneously.
While writing tonight, I found this extended version of Claire De Lune and my mind drifted. Almost exactly 7 years ago my mother entered a coma and passed away three weeks later. Only three months before she had been dancing to Bob Dylan in her kitchen, her platinum blonde hair bouncing and swaying to Subterranean Homesick Blues. Her smile and her laughter still haunt me and as much as I miss her, I know it was her time.
Indiana’s Religious Freedom Restoration Act, Senate Bill 101, overwhelmingly passed in the House of Representatives today with a vote of 63-31. This bill would make it legal for businesses to refuse services to people based on religious beliefs. The bill will now go back to the Senate for some minor changes and quickly end up on the desk of Governor Mike Pence, who apparently can’t wait to sign his name, freeing those slaves who are unable to express their religious beliefs. Since the bill passed earlier in the day, I’ve received several texts and messages from people asking me what I think. After much thought and deliberation, the following is how I’ve decided to respond.
As I was scrolling through Facebook today, I came upon a post about the suicide of 17 year old transgender teen Leelah Alcorn. After reading the article, which included her suicide note posted on Tumblr, I went to her Tumblr page and read both of the notes she left and continued to scroll through the many posts and pictures she had reblogged. While there were many pictures indicating desperation, there were also pictures of Asian pop idols and anime. I smiled to myself thinking about this young girl sitting at a computer in her room,sharing pictures she related to and felt spoke of her true self. That smile was instantly shaken as I began crying, almost uncontrollably. Another teenager lost. Another useless death.
When I was younger, I was a little obsessed with the words hippie, beatnik and bohemian. I’m not sure if obsessed is necessarily the right word, but I found myself always a little left of center, never wanting to fit in and completely unable to fit in even if I tried. As the years went by and some of these adjectives for living became mainstream or acceptable to many, I found myself once again turned off by them, not ever feeling like I fit into some group where others easily found themselves. That was just it; I never fit in.
The Before Now and After Then, being called “The Fault in Our Stars for the LGBT community” and listed as an Amazon Bestseller in several categories:
Danny Goldstein has always lived in the shadow of his identical, twin brother Sam. But when a hurricane of events forces him into the spotlight, he starts to realize that the only thing he’s truly afraid of is himself. With the help of his costume changing friend Cher, a famous gay uncle with a mysterious past of his own, two aging punk rocker parents and Rusty, the boy who will become his something to live for, Danny begins to realize that the music of the heart is truly the soundtrack for living.
This past week my social network sites have been full of news clips about Ronin Shimizu, the 12 year old boy who took his own life due to bullying for being on a youth cheerleading squad. I see so many of these stories anymore that I almost feel immune, probably like many others, to the reality that the pain of bullying still exists in our society. For some reason though, I couldn’t rid my mind of Ronin’s face. In pictures of him cheerleading, he looked so happy and so full of life that I couldn’t take my thoughts off of the fact that a 12 year old…12 year old, had killed himself, for any reason.
By now you probably know that I’m on this video making bandwagon. I’m uploading videos to my weight loss channel My So Called Healthy Life on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and I’m uploading videos to my personal channel Peter Monnon Tuesdays and Saturdays! A viewer suggested that I make a TMI Tag video, which basically means I answer 50 random questions about myself. Check out the TMI videoand let me know what you think!
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