On Sacrifice and Suffering (Blog #902)

Mythology. There’s an idea in mythology that in order for something new to be born, something old must die. This is illustrated in the phoenix having to die before it could rise from the ashes, Jesus having to die before he could rise from the grave, and some poor pig having to die before you could eat breakfast. Simply put, death is required for life. (It’s gross, I know.) This is why so many biblical tales feature sacrifices.

Sacrifice. That’s what I’ve been thinking about today, the fact that the giving up of one thing is required for the receiving of another. Not that I’m suggesting you go out and purchase an altar. This is all symbolic, of course. For example, this week I started a rather strict diet that includes intermittent fasting, not eating for sixteen hours out of the day. This, indeed, is a sacrifice. I’m giving up sweets, breakfast, and midnight snacks. Honestly, it feels like a death, a violent one. There’s weeping of gnashing of teeth. But I want the new life that’s on the other side of this–feeling better, fitting into my pants again–so I’m willing to pay the price.

Everything comes with a price. In the television show Once Upon a Time, Rumpelstiltskin often said, “Magic comes with a price.” And whereas most people think of magic as all smoke and mirrors, something for television, I actually believe in it. Not like magic as in Harry Potter–Leviosa!–but magic as in–what else do you call the fact that there are stars in the sky or the fact that you were born here or the fact that certain people (or opportunities) show up in your life at exactly the right time? Do these things “just happen”? Sometimes, yes. There’s some amount of grace we all experience simply because we’re alive. But certain magic requires action on your part. Joesph Campbell said, “Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.” In other words, you have to do something–follow your bliss, and it’s harder than it sounds–if you want the magic doors to open. You have to sacrifice. You have to pay the price.

The price. This evening I watched the final episode in Caroline Myss’s Sacred Power. I can’t recommend this series enough. Granted, Caroline doesn’t pull any punches. It’s not always fun stuff to listen to. But it’s needed. Tonight’s episode presented the idea that the consequence of living a congruent life (in which your head–what you think–and your heart–what you feel–are aligned) is that your life is going to change. Caroline says, “[Congruence] changes your life because it changes the speed at which you understand things.” And whereas this sounds great if you say it fast, it’s not–because it means you have to grow up and do something about whatever it is you understand. (This takes balls.) For example, I once dated someone and knew–deep down–on our first date that we weren’t right for each other. But we dated for three years because I didn’t trust my gut, because–and here’s the kicker–I didn’t trust myself. Were there good times? Absolutely. But the price I paid for thinking one thing and feeling another (for my head and my heart being disconnected) was that when the relationship ended, I was shattered.

Congruence. Now, after years of therapy and a lot of practice, I trust myself more. This year I’ve gone on dates and known in my gut–this guy’s an alcoholic, this guy’s on drugs. I’ve met people and known immediately–they have terrible boundaries. And not that in every case I’ve walked away, but sometimes I have. At the very least, I’ve proceeded with my eyes wide open. Now, I’ll never be able to prove that I’ve saved myself a lot of heartache, drama, and suffering, but I’m convinced I have. This too is a form of sacrifice–giving up one’s emotional pain for, in some cases, a night at home alone.

Suffering. Unfortunately, sacrifice is often associated with suffering. The story of Christ on the cross probably has something to do with this. That being said, there’s a story in The Acts of John that Christ danced on his way to the cross. This means he willingly gave up (sacrificed) his life for the resurrection and all that came with it. He said, “Not my will, but yours.” This is how I think sacrifice is best approached. Open your arms. Let it go, Nancy. Does it suck to give up chocolate cake for breakfast, a date with a hot guy, or time with someone fun? Sure. But it sucks worse to damage your body, date a train wreck, and be friends with someone who isn’t really your friend at all. Said another say, you either pay now, or you pay even more later.

I suggest paying now.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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You've really got to believe in yourself and what you're doing. Again, it comes down to integrity and making something solid of yourself, something that's so well-built on the inside that it can handle any storm.

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A Magical Moment (Blog #396)

Currently it’s eleven at night, and I feel like a field of wildflowers is blooming inside my sinuses. Y’all, I know that I bitched about how terrible winter was, about how I “couldn’t wait” for spring to arrive, but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. My allergies are taking over. It’s like a pipe full of mucus has burst inside my head. Last night while trying to sleep, I could actually feel snot sloshing from one side to the other whenever I turned my face on the pillow. I just now sneezed inside my shirt. It’s not sexy. I swear, the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced spring is like a twink (a hot, young, often shallow gay boy, Mom)–nice enough to look at, but certainly not something you could stand waking up to every day for the rest of your life.

Come on, summer.

A few days ago I bought a ticket to see Del Shores perform in Little Rock. If you don’t know, Del Shores is the writer who created the LGBT cult classic movie, Sordid Lives, which is about a highly religious, highly addicted, highly fucked-up southern family in small-town Texas. It’s absolutely delicious. If you’re at all twisted and enjoy strange characters and colorful language, I highly recommend watching it, either the movie or the later-made television series starring Rue McClanahan, Caroline Rhea, Leslie Jordan, and Olivia Newton-John. (Leslie and Olivia were also in the movie.) I first saw the series several years ago and still love to quote it with friends.

Here’s the trailer for Sordid Lives, the series. If you watch it, keep in mind Del’s philosophy–“If I’m not offending someone, I’m not doing my job.”

Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve taken myself on an artist’s date or done anything by myself for creative inspiration, so I thought seeing Del perform his new one-man show, Six Characters in Search of a Play, would be the perfect thing. But when my allergies kicked in yesterday afternoon, I almost regretted my decision. I’d just driven to Tulsa and back the night before and thought, This is a lot of driving, and I could sure use a nap. But I had my money tied up in the show, so after writing yesterday’s blog, I loaded up my car, Tom Collins, with some snacks and hit the road. And whereas it took a little longer than my GPS predicted to get to The Weekend Theater in Little Rock, I arrived just after the doors opened with plenty of time to get my general-admission ticket and snag a seat on the front row.

Front row, bitches!

As it turns out, the play was eighty-five minutes long (with no intermission), and loosely told the story of Del’s life, including his growing up as a closeted Southern Baptist. In reference to the fact this his father was a preacher and his mother was a high school drama teacher, Del said, “I’m REALLY fucked up.” Y’all, I was sucked into the play immediately and laughed from start to finish. I even cried. During the play Del took on multiple roles that included five southern women and one latent homosexual redneck, masterfully switching between himself and each of his characters, the whole time telling the story of his often unbelievable and frequently broken life.

A difficult life can be turned around.

This was such a delectable treat for me, seeing a successful gay, southern writer who has taken his personal tragedies and challenges and turned them into something beautiful for the world to see. During the play, he described it like this–“All that damage gave me a career.” Isn’t that a great perspective? I can’t tell you what hope this gives me, the idea that a difficult life can be turned around into one that you want. Plus, I love the way writers see things, the way they describe the world around them. At one point Del said a waitress who was a size 18 “lived with hope in her heart,” since she squeezed herself into a size 12. Later he said one of his relatives had a “lived-in” face. I learned so much just by noticing what Del noticed, how to take a little thing and turn it into something bigger and more memorable.

When the play was over, I hung around to meet Del and tell him how much I appreciated his work. Y’all, he was so kind. Even before I officially introduced myself, he said I was “a great audience member,” laughing and applauding at all the appropriate places. Of course, my inner teacher’s pet just soared. But get this shit. During my conversation with Del, I asked him what the “all that damage gave me a career” line was because I couldn’t remember it and thought it was so stunning. And just like that, he said, “I have a copy of the script you can have if you’d like it.”

“Oh my god, I’d love it,” I said.

So Del walked back into the theater, and two minutes later gave me an autographed copy of last night’s show–all twenty pages and eighty-five minutes worth of material on paper. He signed it, “Marcus–Thanks for coming and keep writing–Del Shores.” For me, this was like being given the Holy Grail, or at least the Homo Grail. I felt like I’d just won the lottery. Y’all, inside I was screaming like a junior high cheerleader and wanted to fangirl all over Del, but outside I was my typical monotone self as I said, “Thank you, I’ll keep it forever.” Later I thought, God, Marcus, you could show a LITTLE emotion. Like, surely there’s a middle ground between deadpan gratitude and bursting out into, “I’ve Got a Golden Ticket.”

I’ll work on that.

But seriously, I can’t wait to read Del’s autographed script. A year and a half ago I sold most of my worldly possessions and now live basically as a minimalist. Consequently, “stuff,” doesn’t mean much to me anymore. But earlier today I actually considered getting a safety deposit box just to put the script in it.

Disney World and Disneyland have a customer-service-related practice called Magical Moments. Magical Moments are the unexpected “extras” that cast members (employees) often give guests–a free refill for a child’s spilled drink, a free pass to the front of a long line. As I understand it, Magical Moments aren’t something you can ask for, they’re just given to you for no apparent reason. This last year has been the most difficult year of my life. Currently I don’t have a steady job and am laid up in bed at my parents’ house blowing snot into the inside of my Fruit of the Loom t-shirt. But this is the way I’m choosing to look at life and especially last night–magical–a place where the wonderful and encouraging can suddenly bloom alongside the challenging and perhaps because of it, a world where even the most difficult of circumstances can be used as compost for something new, bright, and beautiful.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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You've got to believe that things can turn around, that even difficult situations--perhaps only difficult situations--can turn you into something magnificent.

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