A Beautiful Life...

One of the best gifts about writing is looking back on an old post and seeing how far you've come from the last mental spillage to the world. I look at  my last entry as a milestone in my life, because I truly started to live after I wrote "I am Gay" to the abyss of the world wide web. That milestone will never be reduced in my mind, and the thought of being so visible doesn't really bother me as much as it use to. My life has tremendously changed when I decided to exists in the light of the present instead of basking in the shadows of doubt.  The question is what's next...

Who knows what my next spiritual journey entails; mountains, giants, dragons or more self-discovery or maybe a family The most important lesson that I've learned this year is that the process will be beautiful. A weathered exterior, such as the Earth, gains her majesty from her own emotions, and her bouts with the universe. The reason I consider life so special is due to it being the only thing I fully own and it being specifically tailored for me. The added quality of my life is in part to having love work as an lighting rod for the true untapped  potential for what God has already written for me.

I believe it is my birthright to write beautiful prose, and I use this blog as practice for what I could truly achieve in my life time. I don't labor over making the words perfect, because the beauty, as I previously stated, comes with observing the growth. I have seen my writing take on different frontiers as I've poured my heart out to a world that doesn't even know who I am, but the validation for me is facing those demons in a very direct way, dissolving the insecurity that could hold my gift prisoner, and that would not be fair to the world. Yes, allow me to self-indulge for a mere second...

A lofty goal for the future is to one day write for any of the Conde Nast publications, primarily Gentleman Quarterly or Details Magazine. Since I was a youngster, flipping through the articles and getting style advice from the Sartorialist,  I could always count on GQ to inform me on what clothes were right for my body, what drink I should order at the bar and what five week excursion I should take if I ever decided to take a B-line from my sailing the Pacific Ocean on my gilded yacht. The magazine sells a lifestyle, one that's not only beautiful, but very much attainable in anyone's lifetime. The magazine added to my already vivid imagination an environment that I could truly see myself living. No, I may never travel to a 5 star resort in Zanzibar, or have a personal valet tell my haberdasher to to use the finest Italian wool for a tailored suit, but I do know, however, how my suit that was purchased on sale should fit on my body. I can also experience an old-fashion shave with a steam towel and straight razor for $12. I can learn that reading keeps you sexy (Free), and surrounding the Biltmore house in Asheville, N.C., is a vision of luxury tucked in a quaint little southern city. The entire experience of GQ is the aspect of sharing, the connecting of cultures and people in a way that music unifies us. The magazine is poetic to say the least, and it is my prayer that I can become part of the process in a major way. So here's to living out loud and dreaming big...



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