BROS was a flop and that is okay.
from my Notes app on Sept. 25, 2022
Just flirting with ideas revolving purpose, collective consciousness, and the human experience. The winning and only worthy vibration is love and it always has been. If anybody tells you otherwise, they are leading you astray and helping you chase shadows.
It’s shocking to see billboards on display that highlight same-sex relations in public realms. Many souls leave us with hidden truths never told, out of fear of exile and rejection. It’s hard to be open about stuff that people aren’t used to. Especially when there’s a possibility you can get outcasted for it. We’re humans, we need community. No man is an island.
A part of me that can be critical of symbolic representation and it’s vacuous tendencies says, “It’s not a big deal, it’s just a billboard.” No traditionalist conservative is gonna see this and run to Party City for rainbow bumper stickers. Although that would be progressive and cool of them, it’s unlikely.
Nonetheless, I am practicing the art of celebrating wins in and of their own without taking into account the opposition.
I hope a curious kid going through the hell that is puberty drives by this. Or that an old head who protested in the early 70s and 80s movements gets to let out a sigh of relief. Reaping what they participated in sowing, decades ago.
This isn’t for everybody and it shouldn’t be as we are all infinitely diverse. But I hope that someone who does need this can find some solitude in this plaster on wood N Highland in Hollywood. Visibility liberates in increments. Images are messages. Love is love.