the gay gays

Having never stepped foot into a gay dance club until Saturday night, I quickly realized that I really was missing out on something quite marvelous. For the first time, I was fully immersed into the gay culture, completely raw and unmasked. The men and women that are socially inclined to ensconce their identity from the often-not- accepting-of-gay-culture in which we reside were allowed to be themselves. No homonymic coincidence, these folks were truly gay, as in blithe, lighthearted and carefree.

It occurred to me that they epitomized the essence of being gay gays. Walking around shirtless, embracing the same sex, unrepressed dancing--it was thrilling, exciting and an anthropological study all in one fell swoop. Anti-gay provocations were unwelcome and the truly elated energy abounded within the walls of the premises...if only everyone in our myopically minded society was more accepting.

the eponymous piece

 

Shakespearean quotes and Quixotic spirits--both literary eponyms--are currently the source for my personal inspiration and solace for understanding my crazy life.

Shakespeare often quips about the realities and wiles of life--his everlasting words so relevant. "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances..." This is one of my favorite monologues, which comes from the pastoral piece, As You Like it,2.7.139. There are many interpretations of what Shakespeare was trying to convey through Jacques' words; but, I prefer to think of it as the roles that we "play" in life. We all have "roles." Gender, social, household, etc.

As a player on the stage of life, my role has yet to be determined, but in the meantime, I will assume the creative, even somewhat pedantic role. The dreamer (like Cervantes' Don Quixote), the writer, the lover of romance languages, the photographer, the traveler, and the explorer describes my many performances thus far. My stage name , as I shall call it--Lady Quixote--is utterly apropos in light of the aforementioned quote. The portrait title, Lady Quixote was inspired by the quixotic nature of my expression and the colorful chaos abounding everywhere in the frame.

This piece conveys the true essence of my spirit: creative, curious, and capricious--not yet committed to any one specific "role," except the adorer of alliteration. Alas, I have finally decided to reveal the self-portrait that inspired my eponymous nom de plume and is fitting for a player such as myself.

Oh, the Places I Shall Go...

In reference to my aforementioned statements about my blog, I wanted to follow up with some explanation about the last year. Back in September of 2008, I moved to Italy for an indefinite amount of time because I wanted to travel and explore the enigmas of other cultures. Originally, my blog was intended to be a travel blog, where I wrote only about my destinations; however, I decided that I am now going to change my original intent and write about whatever I feel like. Almost like my personal rant, rave, or whatever capricious whim I may want to craft as prose. I will definitely be writing about any place that I see because traveling is my true love.

Please enjoy my thoughts.

the sign

 

Inspiration comes to us in a variety of ways. Mine was in the car, a Kia to be exact. I was driving in Nashville, just lost in my thoughts and praying that my pop can with an engine would provide me with more safety than the reputation that precedes her. Boom! It hit me like an iron fist (figuratively, of course). Staring at me right in the face like a glowering auspice was a rectangle sign that seemed to speak only to me. A speed limit sign reading “24”.

To most people this is just a metal sign used to prevent people from breaking the law. To me, it was the enormous wake up call. I was 24. Not old, but not a kid anymore. It hit me hard, very hard. That damn sign was my ugly harbinger. Here I was 24 years old with absolutely no direction and utterly unsatisfied with my life. Only the apropos nature of a “speed limit” sign would explain how I felt right at that moment, which was “damn, it has gone by fast.” Reality reared her ugly head, yet it somehow led me to my epiphany about my passion, joy and purpose: writing.

The one gift that I have is also the one thing that truly makes me inspired. Yes, inspiration comes to us in a variety of ways. Perhaps my “Speed Limit 24” sign was more of a wake up call, but it led me to writing this today. Oddly enough, that was the one and only time I ever saw a “24” limit sign.