For those of you that don't know, I'm about to finish my degree program for my MFA in Theatre Performance. It has been a long and tough three years mentally and emotionally. I am excited for it to come to an end and proud to announce that I have been invited to interview at the University of West Georgia for the Assistant Professor of Theatre position in Voice and Movement.
I am terribly excited for this new juncture in life, but I must admit that I am moving onward with a heavy heart.
Pathetic, I know, but I am worried about my love life. As someone who has only had one true experience that I would consider an actual "boyfriend" situation, I fear I will spend a large portion of my near future quite alone. These trepidations are only increased by the fact that I have recently met some wonderful people that I truly wish could join me on this next venture. I know this will not be the case, and thus the following poem was born:
Wandering through t his wilderness,
Wondering who and why.
How these triumphs break me?
How these failures shape me?
Day goes by and night fall comes,
Slowly stand I waiting.
Whispering.
Hoping.
Praying.
Fellating.
Despairing.
Elating.
If in the end we are as we were,
How can we presume the better ness to come?
I try,
You go.
He laughs,
I sigh.
When will the vapid insincerity fade and genuine truth arise?
Through tragedy?
Romance?
Terror and activism?
These labels have left me in a hollow shell
Assuming the verisimilitude of my own experience.
What are my credentials?
How do I prove them to you?
What's in a name...that which we call a fag by any other name is still as fierce.
Let me show you how I am,
Let me prove who.
This is he.
He is mine.
I am his.
He is absent.
I am overruled.
One chance.
Scope the land and send me someone willing to follow.
Not blindly or with servitude,
But with faith
In me and himself
To pursue the progress of society together.
Send me a partner.
He and I will change the world.
Is that too much to ask?
