For most people, they might have one time in their life in which they were courageous, maybe a handful of times. For me, being who I am is courageous. Every day I have to remember to be courageous. Every day is an opportunity to let the world know who I am. My existence is a political act by God. My existence reminds people that there are paradigms outside of their own. My being me seems to narrow down possibilities of where I can work, how much money I can make, who I can marry, etc. My being me puts me at odds with the world around me. People want me to explain why I am me. They would never ask others something like that, but they ask me. Why I was born this way I do not know. All I know is that I am me, and there’s no changing that, and I don’t want to be someone else. Oh people have all those platitudes about “just be yourself,” not really realizing how much that puts my livelihood at risk, how much that puts my life at risk of relationship loss, but there gets to be a breaking point when you realize you can’t keep living a lie. There comes a point where you realize that no one really knows you, and it makes you feel lonelier than if you really were lonely. There gets to be a point where you realize it’s all up to you. You have to buy the clothing, the tattoos, the body modifications yourself. It all comes out of your paycheck. And once you do all of it, you might not even have a paycheck anymore, but that’s the risk you take just for being alive, just for being alive and being able to feel, being able to feel outside and uninvited. It takes a lot to get someone there, but in the end, it’s time to stop playing their game and time to play ours. At a certain point you have to just go all out and to hell with what people think, even if they hold your livelihood in their hands, even if you’ve grown up with them all your life, even if you would die for them, but they won’t do the same for you. At a certain point, you have to stand up for yourself because, dammit, no one is going to do it for you. They can’t unlock your cage, if they can’t even see you’re in one. Only you have the key. Only you have the power, not to change your destiny, but to accept it. And that acceptance in itself is a very powerful thing that changes everything.
Being Authentic-A Matter of Courage: http://shar.es/Msb1I