So after nearly 7 years, 6 days, 85 minutes and 17 seconds I
was ready to embark on a new but old journey….
The long road home.
7 years in Paradise, or was it really paradise? What is paradise? Is it a destination? A feeling in one’s own mind? Or is it a
scenario that we have created to fool ourselves into thinking that the past is
the past, that love is overflowing, and the sun is always shining as you relax
under its warmth with libations and friends and family gathered around you to
revel in this glory?
I met many people, from all varied and diverse backgrounds
of life.
For example…
There are the Ben’s and Daniels I met, coupled and
refreshingly genuine.
Arista (Paradises own version of Caitlynn Jenner) and her
wifey Whistra, who has enjoyed the rise to fame. But alas like all things that
rise…eventually they fall.
Then there is Jesus, the Puetro Rican shorty banker wannabe
who had a whole lot of clusterfuck going on…
Ahhh yes, then we have the Hawaiian Amazon Princess, Pandora
and her male puppy dog like universal lover Mitch.
Alfonso, a genuinely charismatic mature gent, seeking love
in all the wrong places, avid art collector.
Rodney, my trusty hair stylist and sidekick, always wanting
what he can’t have, but allowing himself to remember the true love he lost and can find again.
Evangelica and her
Queen Narista- Beautiful souls and forever friends and family.
And of course there is the Deannaster…. Tough as nails
Itialian Lesbian shark fighting MothaFuckah pal and BFF.
Jerome, the deaf cutie who I can only hope finds his Prince
and eternal love.
Johannie, a sun worshiping sex pistol who enjoys the occasional
420 experience.
Sharonna and Merry Anne… a powerhouse stuck in the 30’s/40’s
and 50’s….
Kennneth… The Grandpa I have longed for, and fabulous
Organist.
The Queen of Artistic and Sadistic Art, Mermista and her sex
slave “Big Tisdale”
Galinda, a ray of absolute sunshine and baseball theories.
Amadeus… My sassy witchy sistah and friend, whom always can
find the light at the bottom of a wine bottle… smootches!
What I learned while in so called Paradise…
So my question is” If Paradise is merely a scenario created
by a longing to find peace, a new opportunity to begin fresh, and to back in
the warmth of all the glittering palms, and faux pas, if in reality paradise is
just that, a make believe scenario, then how could Moi ever expect every single
person to be real and genuine?
Also…
With joy there is sorrow, with loss there is gain, and when
one door closes, another one shall open.
