questions.

he wasn't asking for any. but i had some. and he wasn't asking. but i was giving. and so the story went. and maybe because i held him in my eyes for so long as i walked through in search of the perfect 'wish'. it doesn't really even matter all that much. tokens and money. and he just wanted burger king. and there was something in his eyes. or mind. there was something. and i could have stayed for longer. but i don't know if he knew. and maybe he thought i was scared. or something.

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and if there was the option to insert a recording device into my eyes..i'd do it. i'd take it. because when the leaves fell this afternoon. it was really something.

and if there was the option to insert a recording device into my mind..i'd do it too. because when i remembered the way i felt finding acorns as a child. it was really something.

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and last night i went to the cyndi lauper concert. and she spoke about homophobia in the school. and there was a lot of talking about all of this discrimination and having to "come out" and so on. it struck me deep inside. like the way Eli Clare's book is. and has.

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all of this reading i am doing for my MRP is...

my voice feels louder all of a sudden.

and there is no hiding. no trying. there is no nothing.

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and all of us.

we just are.

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and someone said something about 'acceptance'.

and i have to question that.

'acceptance' of what?

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and why are we forced to 'come out' as 'gay'.

and why do we have to fight for safety?

and why are so many people without a home because they just are...

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these are questions.

and the more i read the more i question....

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and he wasn't asking.

but i was giving.