And here's the thing about terror, although it may well be true of grief, too. It robs you of so much. It steals your soul. It takes your life. It robs you of so much. It steals your sense of yourself and your place in the world. And it murders time.
I think some essential part of me is still there. And here's the thing about terror, although it may well be true of grief, too. It robs you of so much. It steals your sense of yourself and your place in the world, and it murders time.
It's not about the Israelis actually. I don't look to the eye of the people of Gaza because I feel the pain of them. And they feel always that we all going to die. This is the reality. This is the only belief that I have in the meantime that we all going to die.
I saw the switch flip in their eyes. I saw that flicker of threat. The way their stances shifted into those of aggression that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. They were disgusted by me. I was no longer a friend. A peer. Someone to play with. I was an easy target. I was prey.
I want to protect that little child. I'm just so, I'm so angry. And I think like, yeah, I don't know if I can be able to read excerpts from this book again. We'll see. I'm just I'm so pissed. I'm so angry. And I'm so hurt.
The most damaging thing about conversion therapy was it said everything that is natural that felt natural to me... was sinful and that my desire to express myself as a person who wants to be in relationship with another human being — that because it was directed to someone of the same sex that I had to completely reorient and change everything about me to be acceptable to God.
