Crying in the dark in a room full of strangers isn’t considered crying in public.. right? No one saw me. No one was there to hold my hand, so it didn’t happen.. right?
I felt alone, not being able to be there with you.
This film took me back.. and gave me tremendous gratitude for being openly gay, accepted, and loved.. and for living in Los Angeles.
Holy shit. Just realized I’ve been out for as long as I was in. Seventeen years. Wow. I’m thirty-fucking-four! Wow.
It wasn’t always easy to be myself. I too felt hidden, and not just for being gay but for feeling “different.”
I think it really all comes down to love. How one sees and values their immediate surroundings says everything about their heart life and beliefs on how things exist. I mean, THIS is Reality.
I cried because the movie was perfect, but more because I miss you.
“Wild Heart” -Bleachers