Isn't it QUEER? _ A TO Z

They give birth astride of a grave,  the light gleams an instant,  then it's night once more.    Waiting for Godot 
by Samuel Beckett
"I think that the realization of oneself
 is the prime aim of life." Three Trials of Oscar Wilde



"Very few among us have the courage
 openly to set up
our own standard of values 
and abide by it."
 - Oscar Wilde


  "That’s the dark secret of our time, 
no one mentions it, 
but every time 
one opens a door
 one is greeted by a shrill,
 desperate and inaudible scream."
 - Doris Lessing


Ghost of Oscar Wilde here

I am fascinated by this medium called YouTube 

where ordinary people may voice their views on every topic imaginable, including

melodramas found on something called a flat screen TV of all things.


Roland and I have been viewing a program each of us had missed, Runaways.

Finished with its short run, 
we turned to YouTube to see how others enjoyed it.  

We stumbled upon the reactions of the lovely Eden Singer from New Zealand 

(Yes, my affections are drawn to my own gender, 

but I can appreciate beauty no matter where I find it.)


There came that moment at the melodrama's ending 

where two young women kissed in open admission of their love for one another.

Eden openly wept, apologizing to the viewers for the tears.


But I understood 
(as did Roland, though he is painfully heterosexual, in that it hurts when a beautiful woman looks through him.)

Eden felt acknowledged, seen, and considered of worth enough 

to be represented in this culture which often only mouths tolerance.


Though living in New Zealand, 
Eden spent hard-saved money to travel to Las Vegas 

to attend a convention celebrating those television melodramas 

which dare to include those who are often called queer.


Roland and I applaud their persistence in staying true to their hearts 

despite what many say behind closed doors.

To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development. 

To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life. 

It is no less than a denial of the soul.

The public has always, and in every age, been badly brought up. 

And it has been brought up by those who decree what entails acceptable entertainment.

But their time has passed and they do not know what to do.

They were told what they wanted,

 and they believed it. 
They can only keep their dream alive 

by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions.

People’s beliefs and convictions are mostly obtained second-hand, and without examination, 

from authorities who have not themselves examined the questions at issue 

but have taken them second-hand from other non-examiners, 
whose opinions about them were not worth a brass farthing.

Pay me no mind.  After all, I was imprisoned for daring to live these thoughts ...  until Mark Twain and Captain McCord broke me out of prison.  (in an alternate version of this world  of course.)
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