“…live me in words, Mags.” I’ll tell you about this phrase in just a bit. First let me share some logistics. Life must go on, right?
Witchy Books Reading Challenge – I will review and add titles to my list as I go, but I’ll publish a collective review post, near the end of every month.
“Are You Okay” Messages – I want to thank those of you who have emailed or messaged me via Facebook and Twitter to ask if I’m okay. I would love to respond to every single email right away, but there are a lot of you—this makes me giggle between tears because I can be quite the sensitive silly Witch. Yes, I’m okay. I promise. And I’ll answer your individual emails soon.
LGBT Reading Challenge 2012 – I’m very excited about this new reading challenge, hosted by Natazzz (isn’t this the coolest nickname ever?). I spent the last six months studying gay identity in literature, and the experience left me wishing for more.
That is the first reason why I want to read more LGBT books… the second has to do with the words I quoted above… a friend of mine, a beautiful and loveable young man, traveled to the Summerlands a couple of weeks ago. No blood relative showed to his bedside during his last moments. Only a witchy friend and a goodhearted rabbi held his hands as my friend let go of flesh and embraced spirit.
I called his family and told them he was in his last moments. At first, everybody refused to go to the hospital. They belong to an orthodox religion that has no love for the gay man whose blood they share. In the end, the mother and sister decided to visit him. They didn’t make it in time.
The father told me, “My son died to me and to God when he touched another man in a degenerate way.” To you, sir… to you, sorry excuse for a parent, and even poorer pretext for a human being, I say, SHAME on you a 1000 times! I hope loneliness and guilt suits you. I’m glad J-Man was nothing like you. I will also tell you that although individuals like you walk around in shells that house rotting souls, the child you rejected will never die. He lives in the hearts of the people who loved—and still love—him.
Today, I honor J-Man by sharing and following his last words: “Don’t let me die, Witch. Don’t let him and his reading of holy words kill me. I know God, my God, my Maker… the One who gave me enough love to share with whoever I chose… I know that God made me right. Don’t let Father trick people into believing I wasn’t here, ‘cause I was. And I loved so much, didn’t I? I know you’ll live me in words, Mags; live me in words.”
Yes, J-Man, I’ll live you in words and in light…
Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins was J-Man’s favorite book.
I used to tease him about liking the book, say, “You are a lesbian trapped in the soul of a gay man.”
He would go on one of his Emma Donoghue rants, and tell me, “No, Mags, I’m the brother of the spinster. I’ve pricked my fake skin with a needle, and let out my real voice. So come kiss me, Witch.”
He had 1013 ways of citing his favorite, retold, fairy tales. I’ll miss them all…