Comments on: Falling Into Life: A Gay Exmormon’s Journey http://www.moesey.com/2009/02/falling-into-life-a-gay-exmormons-journey-13/ Read me. I'm fabulous. Or at least that's what they tell me. Sun, 06 Mar 2011 16:23:37 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 By: Tom Clark http://www.moesey.com/2009/02/falling-into-life-a-gay-exmormons-journey-13/comment-page-1/#comment-159 Tom Clark Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:57:32 +0000 http://www.moesey.com/?p=416#comment-159 My Darling Stevie, What beautiful words, what a kind heart you have. I only did for you what nobody was there to do for me. It wasn't heroic, it was just doing what needed to be done. Whatever it was I gave you, you've given it back to me a hundred times over. You are sunshine and joy in my life. And boy oh boy, you are sunshine and joy in the lives of so many others too. Everyone who knows you adores you. We're all so thrilled that you made it through your heart of darkness and came out the other side of it to play with us and fill us with laughter and happiness. I will always remember picking up the phone that day and hearing nothing on the other end except the sounds of a guy so wracked with pain that all that could come out of him were heaving sobs. I waited because I knew it was you. I knew that one day I'd get that call because I heard it coming from the moment you first contacted me. I knew who you were because I had been you. I knew what it was like to cry so hard that you could hardly breathe, let alone speak. I knew you had to get it out of you and that if I was patient enough you would. No one should ever have to hurt that much Stevie. No one should ever have to hurt that much at the hands of a group of people who lay claim to goodness and caring and christ-like virtue. But they do hurt us and they know they hurt us and they don't care that they hurt us and they appear not to be able to stop themselves. So we have to take care of each other and be there to hold each other up when our knees go so weak that we can't stand up anymore. I see you in my mind's eye, slumped to the floor in a phone booth, crying your soul's pain from out of the depths of you, holding onto the only thing in that moment you could hold onto: a phone and a guy at the other end of it who cared. You are now that guy who holds the phone in strength and listens to the sobs on the other end of the line. You are the guy with the strength and the caring and the time no matter what, to be patient while the hurt gets all cried out. All we can do is pass the strength around amongst us and hold onto each other and do what we've gotta do until each of us is strong enough to stand on our own again. I adore you Stevie. And I'm so not alone in that adoration. You're one of the greatest gifts I've ever given to myself. Rock on man - this world is lit more brilliantly because you're in it! Tom My Darling Stevie,
What beautiful words, what a kind heart you have. I only did for you what nobody was there to do for me. It wasn’t heroic, it was just doing what needed to be done. Whatever it was I gave you, you’ve given it back to me a hundred times over.

You are sunshine and joy in my life. And boy oh boy, you are sunshine and joy in the lives of so many others too. Everyone who knows you adores you. We’re all so thrilled that you made it through your heart of darkness and came out the other side of it to play with us and fill us with laughter and happiness.

I will always remember picking up the phone that day and hearing nothing on the other end except the sounds of a guy so wracked with pain that all that could come out of him were heaving sobs. I waited because I knew it was you. I knew that one day I’d get that call because I heard it coming from the moment you first contacted me. I knew who you were because I had been you. I knew what it was like to cry so hard that you could hardly breathe, let alone speak. I knew you had to get it out of you and that if I was patient enough you would.

No one should ever have to hurt that much Stevie.

No one should ever have to hurt that much at the hands of a group of people who lay claim to goodness and caring and christ-like virtue. But they do hurt us and they know they hurt us and they don’t care that they hurt us and they appear not to be able to stop themselves. So we have to take care of each other and be there to hold each other up when our knees go so weak that we can’t stand up anymore. I see you in my mind’s eye, slumped to the floor in a phone booth, crying your soul’s pain from out of the depths of you, holding onto the only thing in that moment you could hold onto: a phone and a guy at the other end of it who cared.

You are now that guy who holds the phone in strength and listens to the sobs on the other end of the line. You are the guy with the strength and the caring and the time no matter what, to be patient while the hurt gets all cried out. All we can do is pass the strength around amongst us and hold onto each other and do what we’ve gotta do until each of us is strong enough to stand on our own again.

I adore you Stevie. And I’m so not alone in that adoration. You’re one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever given to myself. Rock on man – this world is lit more brilliantly because you’re in it!

Tom

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