Well, love after all is a habit like any other.
A habit, maybe. Like any other, no.
1. What sort of hopes do you place in love?
Luis Buñuel: If I’m in love, all hopes. It not, none.
The prudent mariner will not rely solely on any single aid to navigation, particularly on floating aids.
On Jose Antonio Vargas
Last year, Jose visited my nonfiction writing class at the University of Iowa to talk about his journey to a Pulitzer Prize.
I have to learn alone
to turn my body without force
in the deep element.
Our laws on love are cautious and prosaic; our songs of love, wild and tragic.
Starting today, for one month, I will be at a writing residency with very little Internet access. I will be sneaking Internet on my phone, but if I’m slow to return your message, it is because I am on an island, taming my demons to finish a book.
You who are our descendants, do not forget us. You who call yourselves by names we do not recognize, we were your grandmothers. We were from people whose names for themselves are lost. The names of the places we were taken from are not on your maps. But the places are still there, and we did live, and you are our children.
… . We are the ancestors of whom no record has been kept. We are trace elements in your bodies, minerals coloring your eyes, residue in your fingernails. You were not named for us. You don’t know the places where our bones are, but we are in your bones. Because of us, you have relatives among the many tribes. You have cousins on the reservations. Do not forget how wide your roots are in this America. Do not forget.
There’s a scorn in you, a weakness, a tenderness, a fury. A derision for the world, an ache for it. There’s a fire in you, and all the world is fuel. And soon, any object, all persons, become prey to your tenderness. It’s a maddening thing.
I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense.
Laurel: “’Gay’ has a multiplicity of meanings – it depends who’s wielding the word. In places like Uganda, Mississippi in the States, and certain parts and provinces here in the Philippines, gay can be a death sentence and an insult. In my own personal life, gay is something very freeing and identifying. It helps me find community when people use it as a compliment or an inclusive identifier. Gay is a very adaptable term, sadly, right now in our modern world. But I’m hoping eventually the definition will become descriptive and positive and not so dangerous for us.
The clothing company BENCH lent me a nice shirt and featured me in their blog alongside with other LGBTQ creatives making their lives in the Philippines. Happy Pride month!