Oh Dog in Kennel Above,
When I go, let them not call me unapologetic.
Let them call me brazen, and perhaps even unrepentant.
But not unapologetic.
I always apologize when I have done wrong. And the rest of the time, it doesn’t even cross my mind.
Being unapologetic implies an act of rebellion. I am too busy living authentically and authentically living to be rebellious.
I don’t act in conscious contravention of norms. Norms act in contravention of people like me.
I know it may be frightfully unqueer of me to say, but I look forward to a day when no one is terribly strange. I think only people who are already basically enfranchised get to live on the thrill of being oh-so queer.
I know the pump-me-up rhetoric, and sometimes the person in the mirror gets to hear it. I know being delightfully alive in a drab world is supposed to be a revolutionary act.
But in the end I’m just me, because that’s all I can or care to be.
And I couldn’t be described as unapologetic, because I reject outright any consideration that I’d be otherwise.
– Big Mama Schlomo
