Captivated By the Seduction


It was early Friday afternoon when I realized that there was an event that I should attend. It involved all of the things that I loved: women, art, poetry, and healing. My attire consisted of goddess material and out the door I went, daring to be social. Upon entry, it was not clear what was to be expected. People surrounded tables that had live painted bodies of art simply sitting and talking. Albums of the life of each piece of artwork lay in front of them on the table. My feet carried me to a table with questions. As I began to read it, one question leaped off the paper into me: If you were to forget the last ten years of your life, what memory would you miss and why? As my face turned to wondrous expression, the friendly MC caught me. She asked me if I would be willing to share my response to the question on stage. I smiled and responded yes.
The memory that I shared left me quite happy and flushed. Coincidentally, it did involve an artist and a lovely art gallery filled with his work. It is a memory that remains vivid to this day. It was quite exhilarating to share such a story with a gallery filled with complete strangers, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. The entertainment began soon after I took my seat.
The spoken word artists were quite familiar to me. The second one in particular, Nubian, struck a chord with me from many years ago. She made a statement on stage in the middle of her performance that completely boggled my mind. It stayed with me for all of these years. Naturally, when she passed by me after the show, I made it my business to stop her and tell her how beautiful she was. She was pleasantly surprised and engaged me in polite conversation. She managed to catch my attention as I was sitting on the floor speaking to one of the works of art.
She was painted as the Queen of Hearts. Her story of survival was harsh and passionate all at the same time. She had unimaginable experiences and eventually came to realize that her sexual orientation was not focused on men. The pictures in her album had carefully been selected to depict the healing journey that is her life. The opportunity to connect with her on such a level was uplifting for me. There is something about listening to another human being as they lay their soul bare before you. The question that I asked her was, if she had the chance to know me, would she hear me or feel me. She said that she would feel me because I would probably mention something that would resonate with her. It was a powerful connection of two people sharing with one another.
Once I found my way home, I removed the rose quartz necklace and settled into a chair. My womb was happy. My spirit soared. My heart felt light, and I knew…..that I had been captivated by the seduction of the evening. Everything in me knew what I wanted to do with my life.


As the womens’ circle disbanded, a friend furiously texted me a letter that was given to her from her church. It stated a long list of offensive rules that had been created and distributed overnight. Members that decided to marry a person of the same sex would be required to give up their membership. People that were joined in same sex unions elsewhere would be required to surrender their membership and the property would not be available to anyone that did not marry someone of the opposite gender. She had been a faithful Christian her entire life in this church. Her words spoke of abandon and disbelief that she was now required to just vanish without a trace because parts of the Bible had been quoted and used against her because she preferred to have sex with women instead of men. She likes to engage in sexual activity with another consenting adult because of a strong emotional connection and somehow this gets her kicked out of church. I fail to see the connection.
My words were carefully crafted because such nonsense hurts people at the core of their faith. As a non-profit that makes a profit, it is not in the best interest of the church to turn down tithes or money for their property from outside clients. I did not realize that God would turn his back on creatures that he created. Not only was discrimination evident in the letter, but I felt a strong insensitive touch mixed with outdated views. The pastor referred to the adults that liked other adults as “THEM”. How would he feel if he was told that he could no longer go to his place of worship because of his shoes? That sounds silly right? Good. My point has been made.
I remember someone telling me that she did not believe that a child should have two mommies because she felt as if society had to be upheld. Society has to be upheld. Children are being gunned down in the streets. You can not even go to church to pray because a murderer may shoot you so he can start a race war. Education is not about learning. McDonalds is allowed to sell anything it decides to call food. We are a rich nation yet there are people walking the streets because they can not afford housing. There are countries within hours of us that are falling apart but the fact that a child has two mommies is a great threat to society.
As such statements ring through my ears, I remember a very dark time in my life. My relationship with a man from another race had ostracized me from my family. Finishing college became rather difficult but I did it. Suddenly, I was between an internship and job hunting. A friend told a secretary about me back in 2001. I still have the same boss. When my birthday came around, that friend gave me a card, a large carrot cake, and some cash. She may be described by others as a bull dyke. I prefer to call her a friend that played a significant role in helping me to advance myself with a simple gesture.
Perhaps, I should also mention that I will be attending a drag show next month to admire all of the lovely queens with their fabulous make-up and gorgeous outfits. My views may be described as pro gay, but that is incorrect. I would prefer to say that I am pro human; pro-love. You have to love yourself before you can love someone else. Naturally, I question those that have a problem with other people loving someone else that has the same mechanics. There are bigger issues at stake that require our attention. When will we get to them?


There are certain words in the English language that seem rather strange to me: gay, lesbian, homosexual. They do not tickle my fancy at all. I have yet to understand queer, heteroflexible, or dyke for that matter. All of this talk about gay rights and what is right vs. what is wrong is all very ridiculous to me. Perhaps I should explain myself further.
The word gay was not really used around me as a child. I heard the words punk & faggot without a clearly defined meaning; however, it was clear. There were certain men with “sugar in their tanks”. It was not until college when the word lesbian really came up in conversation and that happened thanks to Jerry Springer. There was not a day when a woman did not kiss another woman on stage as she left her boyfriend speechless. While viewing this, I felt as if people could love whomever they wanted as long as they were safe about how they loved each other. The world was a colorful place that required lots of color. My own relationship at the time was evident of this as I was involved with a latin man that was Jewish but chose instead to be atheist. I am known for keeping things interesting….
There have been many strides within the rainbow with regards to rights. It is legal in the United States of America to marry someone of the same gender as of last week. How many times have I been subjected to conversations about how we as Christians have to come together on the gay issue, no I do not think they should be allowed to get married, or there are two fathers raising that child. My opinion? Here it is.
I think that two consenting adults have the right to do whatever they want. If two human beings want to get married to each other out of love, isn’t that a union of beauty that deserves to be celebrated? For other people to have an opinion that is allowed to interfere on such a private matter seems rather invasive to me. People would kill themselves over the fact that they were not what was considered acceptable or put on appearances to please everyone around them except for themselves. Why did they feel the need to go to such extremes? Love does not recognize restrictions that people try to place on it.
Naturally, when the news broke that people that love other people of the same gender were allowed to marry, I wanted to purchase a rainbow scarf. My FB profile picture is in full rainbow effect. I think it is wonderful that an issue that should not have been an issue to begin with is finally coming around. Thank you God, Goddess, universe, guides, and anyone that I did not mention. Unfortunately, news of a disturbing situation reached me the other evening.