This movie didn’t make my all-time favorites list that I posted last week, but it was a close call.
A stunning film about race, gender, nationality, and sexuality, it is also all about peeling open layer upon layer that we accumulate over the years to come to the core of one’s true nature. I first saw The Crying Game in 1993. Soon after, I came out of the closet. I can’t believe it’s already been 23 years!
I was so numb after the election on Tuesday that I could not cry. Yesterday, someone said words to me in a manner that triggered memories — some from the distant past, others more recent — about having to endure thousands of slings and arrows as a gay man who has only wished to be accepted for who he is, to not have to prove himself 10 times more than the straight white guy next door.
The candidate who won the presidential election has ridiculed, even threatened thousands of people, has tried to intimidate them, has surfed through life on what appears to be a pretty narrow wave.
I can tell days in advance when I’m going to have a big sob. I knew it would happen after the election, but I had no idea about the timing. I believe all it took was a reminder yesterday about the courage and luck needed to stand up for what you believe in and who you are.
The tears came rushing out about an hour ago, just in time for the holiday weekend!
Dear Readers, always believe, as hard as it can be. It’s why we get up in the morning. I’ll see you again on Monday.