It was Wednesday, September 7th, 2016. One full year ago I had climbed around naked on Hibiscus's grape trellis, naked. I delighted in the hot feeling of sun coating my body as I gathered seedless, concord grapes. I'd never had grapes anything like them prior to meeting Hibiscus.
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Now, a year later, I was sworn off grapes until Friday, as they
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I am glad you recognized and gave form to your feelings. I think there may be more in seeing why it is so offensive and why you are so hurt with the treatment people have for their bodies, than to try to shunt the world to this perspective.
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Also, it is scary to think of Hibiscus weathering himself away, aging himself as quickly as he can, and leaving this world so long before I do. I'll be the one holding his hand in a hospital bedroom someday. It isn't a pretty thought.
Besides that, there is also that I wouldn't want someone to let me pollute myself. I'd want someone to interrupt me and ask me to look deeper for what I really want. I want to be inspired and pulled toward my greatest potential, so to those I care for most, it seems only right that I do my best to pull and inspire them.
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