tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704812167041609831.post4888097752508954830..comments2023-05-12T03:57:44.004-06:00Comments on In the Dark and Dreary Wildnerness: I Am an Islanddarkdrearywildernesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740281438409811684noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704812167041609831.post-72500811113584265802010-05-26T20:58:53.340-06:002010-05-26T20:58:53.340-06:00Unfortunaley many if not most of we moho's ha...Unfortunaley many if not most of we moho's have experienced what you describe in your poetry. The search for a mate in the Gay world is difficult at best, add in the church culture and it's a recipie for disaster. My heart goes to each person out there who has to struggle with a lack of self worth and their place in this world. We are taught from day one that being gay is a sin and tho one has finally come out and accepted themselves there is always this deep part of their upbringing which haunts one. This works its way into most relationships we develope. Without a good sense of self worth how can we ever believe that another person could fully love and accept us. My heart breaks when you speak of finding solace in the privacy and protection of your room. There were years when my room was the only safe place on the face of the earth, or at least so I thought. In reality it was the most dangerous place I could be, for in the room was loneliness and sorrow and the more time I spent in that loneliness the worse the feelings of being unlovable got. In a way there is safety in remaining alone and not taking the risk of being hurt. However one day I was sitting with a friend and realized that if I let that fear conquer then I would definately never know love. At least if I kept taking the risk there was the possibility of someday knowing true love. Yes there would be many heartaches along the way and many lonely nights but at least there would be a chance of love and if I didn't take the risk of letting people in then the chance of love was nill. I don't mean to ramble but as I read your post it brought back a lot of memories and I remembered how bad they hurt. So I guess Im trying to say Im sorry your hurting and there are people who understand.Richhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03006256975840584997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704812167041609831.post-248823081691777122010-05-26T20:19:51.946-06:002010-05-26T20:19:51.946-06:00You know what, I really wish I could say something...You know what, I really wish I could say something good, but I can't because I have similar feelings right now. These are difficult emotions to be experiencing and hard to not let them consume you. I commiserate with you.shaantvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16766550108082613286noreply@blogger.com