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BBM is 3 Years Old This Month. How Are You Doing, Friends?

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Shakesthecoffecan:
How am I doing after three years?

Well all and all. I had been thinking of late about some sort of statement at this point on the journey, and summation perhaps and acknowledgement of how the story has left me. Left me a changed person and left me to my own devices.

That thing, that grabbed a hold of me, wow. I have experienced periods of infatuation and involvement with various ideas and project but this, this was something different. This was a watershed for me. I feel fortunate it happened when it did and the technology was available for me to connect with so many who understood.

Coming when it did in my journey it also took on the form of midlife crisis. It gave it meaning and purpose. My little red Miata was instead a trip to Alberta. My trophy wife was instead the smiling faces of friends all over the world.

Brokeback Mountain allowed me, nay, forced me to grieve. Deeply and spiritually not only for my experiences but for the whole of my tribe as it were. For our collective story, galvanizing and liberating.

It brings me joy to be a part of this tribe, this group standing now and demanding justice for itself. I worry that sometimes our heads will listen too closely to our hardened hearts. That we may fall prey to the hatred that did in Jack Twist. It is so easy for us to wrap ourselves in vilification and lash out at the LDS and people whose identify with groups that traditionally have vilified us. Maybe we can break that cycle. I hope so. I find being angry at people tiresome.

I find these days I have fewer and fewer things to contribute to Bettermost. My grief over the two characters I fell in love with has healed over. I find myself not even wanting to watch the movie again. It is like reviewing the details of the death of a loved one long ago that nothing can be done about. Back to the business of standing it, which often is not that hard a thing to do. I wake up, I get out of bed and remember I am the lucky one. I can breath, I can stand, I can decide how my day is going to go. I am thankful for that.

But I thank Ennis and Jack for coming into my life when they did and making me feel tore up and sad and comfortable. Comfortable like the feeling you have after a splinter has been pulled out. Like how you feel when you scratch your back and you didn’t realize it has been itching. I thank Annie Proulx for all her characters, all her stories that each carries a bit of that feeling, a lost and lonely embrace in arms lined with deep purple velvet.

Kelda:
it doesntmatter than you dont necerrily want to watch the movie. I'm just glad that you have become and will remain my friend and a friend to many other people here.

For me Brokeback has been more about relationships than the movie. once twice, thrice over.

Shakesthecoffecan:
I like the  word thrice and will resolve to use it more often.  :-X

Meryl:

((((((((Janice, Paul, Lee and Truman))))))

Thanks so much for sharing your great stories.  It's deja-vu all over again, isn't it?  :-*

brokeplex:
I'm not sure, over the past 3 years

I have retired

and have collected some Brokie memorabilia

started a new garden in the back yard

visited my relatives in South America

went to 4 cities in the US that I had never visited

finished the screenplay that I had worked on for 10 years

bought a new piano

and generally kept to my diet plan and haven't gained any weight

and Ennis and Jack are still fresh on my mind. funny how they don't grow old. maybe we need a sequel to move on?

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