The World Worth Swimming

Pt I.

Here's what I've got:  It may be no pants, but it also may be charming humor.

I've been offline for a bit cultivating some good things to come.  There are lots of good things in the air.

I've been going to see lots of really good music in really queer contexts and it's really feeding something in me. Music always has. Sure I've been staying out later than I probably should, but it's paying off in good conversations, music recommendations, and literature nerdiness. It also makes the distance between hearts feel a little smaller knowing that folks I love are listening to some of the same music in cities speckled all over the country.

[Note to self: You have left a tomato in your bag. Do not forget to remove it before the day gets going.]

Pt II.

A beautiful moment tonight was driving with my windows rolled down on an empty street and listening to Nights.

It is summer.

Pt III

Sometimes I wish you'd just let go and let yourself fall backwards into the proverbial pool of love.  You'll be alright. Your fam will get you. They're/we're here. You'll be scared while you're falling and you won't trust if you'll be met with water or concrete until it hits you. You'll probably even punch out at the air a few times while you go down. That's alright.  It's how people who grew up like us can be in these situations, and even some people who didn't.  You'll be drenched and maybe you'll swallow accidental gulps of water and think you're going to die for a while. You won't.  Maybe you'll be momentarily embarrassed with how your hair looks, or maybe you'll feel insecure about what to do next.  That's alright. It doesn't have much to do with looking cool or knowing what to do. It just has to do with direction. Love and trust can feel like kryptonite at times but, don't worry.  They aren't.  I've always tried to aim you in the right direction. The direction that, ultimately, will make you glow.  Even in the worst moments, somewhere in the depths of your own pools you've known that. Keep going and don't let the fact that your feet can't touch the bottom scare you:  This is the weightlessness that we all deserve. This is the tide that makes your stomach lurch, but it is also the tide that brings you home.  I look forward to seeing your illumination one day from afar:

a glowing and proud ferry cutting the black waters at night.



be well; be loved,

k.

(image: Barney Kulok via 20 aliens tumblr)