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from Jacob Clifton’s “True Blood” Episode 505 TWOP Recap

Dar Williams says it like this: One day you will realize how lucky you are, because every person in their natural state is like East Berlin: You have this Wall, and all you know about the free world is their fireworks and the sound of their radios. But then the Wall comes down, and you see the punchline of the joke, which is that all those people are stumbling around, bumping into shit just like you, and most of all they are calling out, just like you, to be known. That every connection you are brave enough to make, within yourself, pays out tenfold in the connections you can make to everybody else. That loneliness is the biggest lie of all, because it’s the first and last thing that unites every single one of us, so any victory over it means a collective shout for all of us.

For me, it was more like… Do you know this thing about The Sailor’s Choice? If you wear too many clothes, they’ll drag you down and you die. But if you start taking things off, you’ll freeze to death. So you’re stuck in the middle of the ocean, and way above you everybody else is having a great time, everything is just right, and down below you everything is dark and you don’t know what’s down there, but you know it’s bad.

And one day the pressure from up there is so heavy that you either kill yourself or you swim down, down past everything, every single No, and you get to the bottom. Where everything is too large to even talk to, and just swims by with its own gravity. Unconcerned and uninterested and deeply, deeply loving. Not too nice, not too mean. And there is something very special and very private and very beautiful down there, where things are hot and sweaty and scary and red.

And if you can grab that thing, maybe grab some other things while you’re down there, the world flips itself over – it was designed just for you, just to do this one simple thing – and you’re swimming toward the light. And maybe it takes a while, maybe it doesn’t, but eventually you reach the surface, and the light is on the water, shining, and you realize that you are beautiful, and that you get to say Yes, finally. Yes, and. That nobody is actually watching you to make sure you follow orders and keep saying No.

And it makes a bit of a splash, and the world will continue to break your heart afterwards, and you will eventually realize that nothing has really changed besides you, besides everything, and if it’s the gay thing or something on that level, maybe it will cure your chronic ailments like it did mine. Whatever it is, it’s precious and private and none of my business. But on that day, something divine speaks to you, just like on the day you were born the first time, and this is exactly how it feels:

“We’re going to live forever. We’re going to be young forever. The world, it’s… Like, wide open to us.”

You can take that, you can reduce that, to a coming-out metaphor if you want, but I think of it more as saving your own life. Burning off the broken, and unnecessary, the parts that don’t work, and every single lie you’ve ever told. Dying and being born to the world you were supposed to live in, all along.

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When you surrender up your sight to see the new world, whether it’s a religious conversion or a sexual revelation or this, born out of blood, it feels like dying. That’s true; change feels like dying because it is. And there’s a way in which the old world will never come back around, and you will always been out of step with its easy rhythms. And then, too, there’s the rest of the world still has to mourn you, the idea, the future of you. To put their dreams for you back on the shelf without damaging them, so they can see you as you are and not through the fuzzy dream.

There, too, you have a perspective that’s hard to share: That watching people do this, forget about the future they were imagining for you, can show you the ways you, we, do this to everybody else. You don’t meet boys, let’s say, as they really are: You meet them through the haze of what you want from them, or what you’re afraid they’ll do, or what they’re going to want from you. You meet your best friend’s parents through a double-haze of future disappointment, terror, teenage shame. We spend very little time looking at one another, even those of us who have been through this one before.

It’s all Jessica’s really saying: You see me as a human child, below you, or you see me as an elder vampire, above you, either way I want you to see ME. I want you to look at ME, right now, and what I’m trying to tell you, which is that we have so much more in common than otherwise. Which is of course true of every person and every other person, but that wall’s so tall so much of the time we tend to forget altogether that it’s possible to scale. Which is what makes friendship such a powerful kind of magic.

Source: televisionwithoutpity.com
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Why should we accept that the “talent” of someone who writes jingles for an advertising agency advertising dog food and gets $100,000 a year is superior to the talent of an auto mechanic who makes $40,000 a year? Who is to say that Bill Gates works harder than the dishwasher in the restaurant he frequents, or that the CEO of a hospital who makes $400,000 a year works harder than the nurse or the orderly in that hospital who makes $30,000 a year? The president of Boston University makes $300,000 a year. Does he work harder than the man who cleans the offices of the university? Talent and hard work are qualitative factors which cannot be measured quantitatively.

Howard Zinn

Simple

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In response to Pretty Little Liars throwing us a bone last week, this week’s episode features absolutely no lesbosexy content. Yup, no lezzie canoodling, hot girls in ties, secret lesbian lover notes, dykes drinking, scissor bumping, actual scissoring, feelings, adopting cats, light bondage (restraints, hand-cuffs), heavy bondage (Japanese style, suspension), cameos by aging lesbians or impromptu Tegan and Sara sing-a-longs. None of it.
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