Persephone had a rough day yesterday.
First: no single person, man, queer, woman, etc likes to go to parties alone, especially a birthday party for a 1 year old child in which everyone is practically coupled up. As we hurtle inelegantly toward 40, we wonder: what is wrong (or right) about us that makes us single? Is it wrong to want something like a partner? And is it too late to make a family, at least of the bio kind?
Second: Persephone’s boss is a true blue shitbag who deserves a place in a special circle of hell. At every turn, he’s there to stymie Persephone, actively putting up resistance to any form of support for her. It’s tiring. Persephone deserves a break; she shouldn’t have to fight for every damn thing. Even the plants (the bougainvillea) fight, so come on.
I tell Persephone sometimes that we need something a break big time… something that will lift us up, but nothing ever seems in sight. We wonder how long the fight will last; I want to have the right words to tell Persephone, but she calls a spade a spade: we are so powerless. What can we do? All I can offer is a humble desert home and hope she will feel comfortable enough to return in any state under any condition knowing that there is a meal and a place for her here if she wants it. All I know is that Persephone has done and will continue to do great things; I continue to hope that Persephone will find strength to believe in her intellect and her follow-through, that there still exists possibility and wonder in her career, in her romantic life, and in the next phases of what I know will be a rich, rewarding, and fulfilling life.