What immediately became clear, however, was that it was never intended that I should speak the truth. I feel like an animal on the side of the road, watching its mother die. I am less enraged than frightened, frightened not so much of death as of what all this makes me see about myself. I am a large man, large enough to do damage. I am focused, efficient, and powerfully dangerous. Neither I nor anyone else I have met has achieved anything approaching their true potential. That would be far too frightening. I could give a damn about promises presumably made by a nameless God. Keep your voodoo to yourself. I am full of emotion, bursting with love. Robert Reid-Pharr, This Useful Death
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 20:52:14 +0000
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