Same-Sex Marriage Referendum 2015, Ireland

Once upon a time, in a small community, there lived 100 people who lived in luxury and decadence. There also were 20 servants or slaves that lived in the community.

One day, some of the younger members of the community, got together with the observation that some of the servants or slaves in the community, had done really well. In the most opulent way possible, they decided to host a public voting scheme in their community, to improve the quality of life of the servants or slaves.

In this voting scheme, the community, giving themselves the major vote of 100, of course, allowed the servants and slaves totaling 20, being the minority, to have a vote too. The idea was to set them free, allowing them to vote for their own freedom.

Friends and Family

Friends don't really exist. The truth is heartbreaking.

If you have friends, perhaps you are on a journey of exploring the concept, idea, or role of friend in your life.

The process of investigating, reveals, finally, that the friends you thought you had, were not really friends to begin with. They were simply faces appearing and dancing in your awareness, giving the illusion of care, support and kindness, or the qualities you assigned to the meaning of friend. The other found those qualities and manipulated you, shaping their image and story, to blind you into trust, while they sucked you dry of whatever they felt they could get out of you. Or simply just did it for fun and amusement.

Sitting underneath Cleary's Clock in the centre of o connell street at 8 pm on a Friday evening in Dublin, on the ground, with Jim Larkin's statue towering with his arms outstretched in a gesture to elevate -' I've never found myself so alone, that I am simply a discarded piece of trash of human waste, on the ground, that the Dublin city Council move around at 8 pm on a Friday evening with their brushes and machines. All that was really left were five small white feathers lying on the ground. Trash like myself, that perhaps was not worthy enough to be picked up and discarded by the Dublin city Council workers.

I have never felt so low in my life. I have no friends or family that care. Most of those beings, if i am to call them that, simply play some trick role. Family are meaningless. They do not care. It is questionable that the roles of family, friend, or whatever role, really ever exists.

In the exploration of these roles, I haven't really found anyone that truly really cares. They just dance a dance, a limited dance, and pretend to be the role defined by the dance. Although there are perhaps attachments to the role of those dances, they simply are just meaningless movements and empty words. An attempt to somehow keep a dying man from committing suicide. It's no longer a dance I enjoy. I simply want to lie down and perhaps never really get up anymore.

A life where there are no friendships. There are no mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, nephews, nieces anymore. No friends. Those roles were and are a lie.

It feels like those playing out those roles have given up, and mostly, it does not and has never really mattered.

Bearable, Bear-able

I bought these two domain names together. I am not sure what the intent was in their purchase. In a way, I thought to separate the meaning bearable into two words, bear and able, in order to highlight something somewhat different than the original meaning of the word. The original meaning of the word bearable is to endure, particularly in the face of challenging life hardships.

Exploring the gay community for the last decade, the word 'bear' reflects a particular well built naturally looking masculine man in the community. Although other words exist in the gay community to describe different body types or feels of personalities or aspects of personalities, I feel to be designated as a 'bear' in the gay community, holds a particular kind of recognition. Not only is it a type of look but mostly a type of feel. The feel perhaps is what I go for most when sniffing out if a bear is really a bear.

Looks can often be deceiving, but a bear for the most part isn't just a body type. Perhaps, the body is mostly a sign post. A bear must have a good heart, be compassionate and caring, and most importantly, a bear must be resilient in the face of adversity. To bare the title of bear in its entirety is to be stripped bare of everything, even the exalted title of bear itself. And so the bearable truth to be a bear is to live alone, as an outcast of a community one has been thrown out of, and to settle for nothing else, than the bare necessities.

And so this website is not a celebration of what it means to be gay or part of that community, but to recognise that the title is a salvaged re-definition, of a man -- isolated, rejected and disowned from the collective patterns of that community.

And so, from that recognition, a realisation that the bearable truth can be joined, with a bear-able attitude. To use and abuse the word given from the gay community as a catalyst, and redefine it, to strike hard against that community to force a redefinition of the dark definitions the community has held to date inside oneself. And so to redefine a Shakespearean phrase - Et tu, Brute!