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Monday, August 19, 2013

Once upon a time...

* WARNING * I'm going to mention abuse, rape, intolerance, death, and a bunch of other ugly things. But if you hang with me, I promise there's a happy ending.
~ The Unicorn





Good morning, darlings. Gather 'round the fire here with me, and let's tell a story:

Once upon a time, there was a little boy that had a vagina. His parents thought he was a little girl,
and that someday the little boy would outgrow the ‘fantasy’. The little boy didn't outgrow it. His parents called him a freak and threw him out. The little boy died lonely and alone on the streets of an overdose. The end.

OR –

Once upon a time, there was another little boy who had a vagina. He kept it in his pants, where vaginas are wont to be, and didn't show it to anybody. One day, the little boy grew up and met a young woman. The young woman loved the young man, and the young man decided to show her his vagina. The young woman called him a freak and the young man killed himself in an agony of loneliness and depression. The end.

OR –

Once upon a time, there was a pretty, pretty princess. The pretty, pretty princess liked to play dress-up in frilly, sparkly clothes and wear makeup. She was very pretty, pretty. But the pretty, pretty princess had a deep dark secret – she had been born a prince! Fortunately, she had a fairy godmother (a plastic surgeon in Boca Raton) who removed her ‘magic wand’, and she lived happily ever after until some guys at the club found out and told her boyfriend that she ‘used to be a dude’ and he punched her and kicked her until she was dead. The end.

OR –

Once upon a time, there was a little boy (or a little girl) (or both) who liked other little boys (or other little girls) (or both). One day, they fell in love with a boy (or a girl) (or both), and decided to get married. But they couldn't, because marriage equality wasn't legal where they lived. They lived together anyway for years and years, hiding their relationship from their employers and neighbors. Years later, the old man (or old woman) (or both) got sick and went into the hospital, and the staff wouldn't allow his (or her) (or both) partner to be beside him (or her) (or both), because their relationship had no legal standing. Everybody cried. He (or she) (or both) died alone. The end.


Wait, what?! I don’t know about you all, darlings, but I think those are some pretty fucking weak fairy tales. 

Unfortunately, those are the stories that many of us are living, built in part by destructive beliefs that others hold – or that we hold ourselves. 

Let’s stop telling these stories.

I don't mean stop talking about violence and hate. I think we should talk about that wherever and whenever we see it, because it's stupid and it's wrong and it needs to be exposed and stopped.

I mean let's stop telling ourselves these stories. This does not have to be our reality.

We create the world in which we live, day by day, moment by moment, belief by belief, and word by word. It’s in what we think, what we do, who we are, and who we wish to be. You've heard the old platitude ‘Be the change you want to see in the world’, right? We can start right now, by changing the story that we tell. We can't change anybody else’s beliefs, just as we can't change anybody else’s story. But we can live our own story, and hope that some of the others in the world will want that story for their own, as well.

What do you want your story to be?

How about this, instead?

Once upon a time, nobody judged anybody on what they had or did not have in their pants, or by who they loved, and nobody hated each other, and we all lived happily ever after. The end.

There. You’re welcome. Happily ever after. It’s not that hard. Quit judging. Quit hating. Just live, and do the best you can; it’s bound to rub off on others, little by little, whether they want it to or not. We can overcome obstacles and become mighty forces for good in our own right, one life at a time, gathering more and more same-thinking lives and sharing that tiny spark of acceptance and tolerance into the world. Be that force, every day. Just live. Just love.


And, of course, keep being fabulous to each other.

2 comments:

  1. Tell a new story.. Tell a new story.. script it how you want it to be. Very cool. :)

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    1. Thank you! I'm a big believer in creating the life you want, whether other people agree with you or not. We are the ones who have to live our lives - not them. So why shouldn't we get to choose?

      Thanks for commenting. :)

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