Relationships are relationships. They are not heterosexual or homosexual. Relationships are not respecters of persons. Relationships are also not a statistic, as much as statistics are not facts. A sample size of less than 7 billion guarantees that.
A relationship is a state of being connected. An ever-changing, interchangeable flow of fact and feeling. Romantic relationships exist between two persons. They exist, and are sustained, regardless of, and sometimes in spite of, race, religion, sexual orientation or sleeping position.
A religious leader who trumpets his personal beliefs in public is wholly entitled to do so. Everyone else who is not the religious leader, including his followers, is entitled to agree or disagree with his point of view. Each person, has the right, and perhaps the responsibility, to choose whether they want to begin or sustain a relationship with this religious leader, based on whether his values and methods mesh with theirs.
A government representative who chooses to speak out in a similarly public manner, using a shallow secondary school argument, against making potentially helpful information available for citizens, shows little capacity for qualitative analysis or human connection. The people who made this person their governing representative have a right, and perhaps a responsibility, to question how this shallow thought process affects his other decisions, which in turn affect them.
The people might also question whether this representative should be given the responsibility to lead them in the future. In other words, should their relationship with him as their representative continue? The choice is theirs.
Each one of us has a choice. That is how relationships work.
It’s been a couple of months since I last posted and as often happens when this happens, it’s usually because I’m working on a few things at a time and my multi-tasking skills aren’t that good.
Having said that, I’m starting on a new research project for a performing arts piece and my starting point is people who drive taxis for a living, and the people who interact with them. Well, actually my starting point is isolation in time and space and how this affects identity, but I thought an interesting tangible starting point would be taxi drivers because they spend so much time surrounded by transitory people who are also alone. Plus, everyone’s had an interesting experience with a taxi driver.
If this sounds interesting to you, and you’d like to contribute to my project in any way, I’d love to hear from you. Look at the top bar of my page and click on the taxi project. On the taxi project page, there’ll be a link to a survey form collecting thoughts, experiences, burning questions you’d like to know about taxi drivers,or you can email me via email@example.com.
I looked and looked, but he wasn’t really there. The tiny windows of his eyes reflected another world, larger, darker and by all means more compelling than the empty street on which he walked, walked on by. And in an instant, I too disappeared. Out of sight, out of mind.