We exist across the nation of America and beyond, yearning for answers to our questions that are not well suited for the average heterosexual, or even homosexual, adult. From deep within our culture there is a vernacular of preconcieved roles and expectations.We are all rejected one way or another, whether it be being thrown out of our unloving homes, or the very essence of who we are in society. We are the queers; young, old, male, female, and everything in between or unidentified. That's who I write for. The countless boys and young men who are waiting for that form of 'validation', and the older generations who cease to stop hurting. Spinning their hurt, licking their wounds, and waiting for that same validation while participating in actions that lead them to the very same darkness they have become accustomed to remain intimate with, because FEAR is their lover and now knows them well. We breathe life into fear, otherwise it would not exist. I'm fortunate to have only 16 years of that, and not 40, but those boys need to learn to be the men they're supposed to be, and someone there to teach them with love and compassion, not an elder inflicting their own darkness and agenda onto them.
Men remain young boys inside waiting for someone to validate them with the love, protection, and consolation of the fathers they never had.
I feel it is my duty to be part of the change and construction, or re-construction, of other young men's lives. I will be the father of all boys willing to change and willing to be taught. But at the moment, I am a brother to you all. I will ponder with you the questions you may have about who we are to the world, but does it matter? You and I will be the men we are supposed to be if you follow the path of enlightenment. Peace is real, as is love. Only the enlightened know of it.
