I’ve never believed much in the existence of differences, or in the effortless acceptance of a discordant system. Instead, what I’ve come to understand, are the differing ways that we solicit ourselves— the persuasions that we’ve practiced and the unrelenting pressures that rest on our shoulders. But all that we’ve created are business transactions— shallow depths to wade in and the accumulation of more demons.
And until we learn that our faults are not poisonous— that, in fact, they are the very things that we share in common— there will never be anything to take solace in. Because we’ve built our sanctuary inside places that lack safety and we’ve come to worship the ceremony, rather than the intimacy.
Our arms must be extended, but not as a means of separation. And we must know the shape of our sisters and brothers, before we can give ourselves up as proper lovers.