November 11, 2010
There is a lovely line in an episode of Queer as Folk, spoken by the character of Lindsay, that strikes a chord with me.
My house has many rooms. I occupy but a few. The rest go unvisited.
In my house.
I am a daughter, a partner, a cousin, a friend, a co-worker, a supervisor, an employee.
I am a writer, a bowler, a music lover, a cook, an artist, a seamstress, a photographer.
These are rooms I occupy frequently.
But what about those other rooms, those I do not visit? I'm not sure I've even identified them all, although I sense their presence. Perhaps one day my journey will lead me to open some of those doors, be it slowly one by one, or recklessly flinging several open at once.
Many rooms.
I like that.
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