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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

People

I feel like I live in a biodome, with temperature-controlled buildings and skyways and fragrant flower shops and manicured department stores and yummy restaurants. I never have to experience anything undesirable or uncomfortable, except for the occasional foul-smelling bum in the skyway. It’s… heaven? No, it’s not me. Give me the places where people are people and not perfect people, places where ugliness breeds, illuminating beauty and where we can see our need for relationships and our individual struggles with our own weaknesses and humanity. Church and steeple. Bar and backroom. Men sweating on men in dark rooms and roadside parks, shedding their suit and tie personas and expressing their raw need to be wanted. That’s why I repeatedly find myself at bars with naked men feeling their bodies in plexiglass showers. (That and my friends guilt trip me into it.) These are real social studies. These are the places where people are people.

Posted by Aaron on April 13, 2005 3:16 PM