FOR J.

Dear You -

I was glad to hear from you. I imagined having freaked You out last time we talked because I started crying. It’s something I do. I admit I’ve done it in the past for effect. A very large man bursting into tears is a flashing neon sign : THIS IS SOMETHING BIG. Something concerning Masculinity and Vulnerability, blah blah blah. I have felt tears welling and instead of repressing them have consciously let them flow as an expression of my emotion. Our conversation was not one of those times.

Ok, maybe it was. It was intense appreciation and thanks for giving me what you have. The cup filled with words and expression but at some point it reached the rim and overflowed into other ways humans communicate.

The truth is you have given me Life. You could not possibly understand the scope of this assertion but the explanation is unimportant. I picture you like a painting of a Madonna, your arms outstretched and head backlit, perhaps like your Mother was once lit in a show. You feed your children, your husband, your community and one of your rays has lit upon me, a gay man in LA. It makes so much sense, doesn’t it?

This is something we will share forever. It is the perfect form of Love and I share it everyday with everyone I can.

x-h.

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