Bare with me as I figure this whole narrative thing out. What I've spent the last 2 evenings working on I've decided to cut. It's not necessary and it doesn't move the narrative along. The tip off was the fact that it bored me to write it. What follows I think is meant to book end the story. I think the meat of the story is waiting to be written but in keeping with the theme, "show your work", I will present it here. Note that I keep using the words, "I think" because I really have no clue. I just know it feels out of place here. Begin narrative:
The thing about the road trip, I just wanted to be there - at the destination. It was a means to an end. That is what coming out was. It had to be done. Like eating aspirin smashed in strawberry jam or giving an oral report, I had to get it over with. I didn't relish it. It wasn't fun, but it brought a sense of relief and of victory.
It's the victory which comes after surmounting something daunting. You've faced your fear and fear lost. It's that kind of victory - a fist pumping, fuck yeah, I am the champion strutting my stuff in the end zone kind of victory but on the inside. I'm not the type of person to share my victory dance. I keep it, like a pearl in an oyster, precious and hidden, only to be shown in the privacy of my bedroom or car - as I did driving to work the following day. The words came spontaneously.
I'm coming out.
I want the world to know.
I've got to let it show.
I'm
coming
out.
+++ END
More on showing my work: I couldn't write those lyrics without listening to Diana Ross so I popped in my headphones and listened on Spotify. When it was done I glanced at the other songs in the recommended playlist - Purple Rain. Perfect. It gave the start for what I will work on next...
I was in high school when the movie Purple Rain came out. Prince always seemed so sad and tragic to me. Given his recent passing, I guess I wasn't wrong in that but it was his tragic sadness which resonated with me.
The thing about the road trip, I just wanted to be there - at the destination. It was a means to an end. That is what coming out was. It had to be done. Like eating aspirin smashed in strawberry jam or giving an oral report, I had to get it over with. I didn't relish it. It wasn't fun, but it brought a sense of relief and of victory.
It's the victory which comes after surmounting something daunting. You've faced your fear and fear lost. It's that kind of victory - a fist pumping, fuck yeah, I am the champion strutting my stuff in the end zone kind of victory but on the inside. I'm not the type of person to share my victory dance. I keep it, like a pearl in an oyster, precious and hidden, only to be shown in the privacy of my bedroom or car - as I did driving to work the following day. The words came spontaneously.
I'm coming out.
I want the world to know.
I've got to let it show.
I'm
coming
out.
+++ END
More on showing my work: I couldn't write those lyrics without listening to Diana Ross so I popped in my headphones and listened on Spotify. When it was done I glanced at the other songs in the recommended playlist - Purple Rain. Perfect. It gave the start for what I will work on next...
I was in high school when the movie Purple Rain came out. Prince always seemed so sad and tragic to me. Given his recent passing, I guess I wasn't wrong in that but it was his tragic sadness which resonated with me.
Comments
Post a Comment