Tonight, I awaited
in distress patiently for my frog princess to finally go to sleep (she skipped another nap today and she gets very aggravated though I don’t know if she realizes she’s doing it to herself). Â I had a lot to say. I planned on writing a blog about women. Â How we pass judgement (myself included), how instead of helping out at times (because of that same judgement) we allow other women to drown in their personal sea of decisions when we could very well throw a life raft to help them out or at least be honest enough in our love for them to explain ourselves while still honoring the love and bond that we share (before all hell breaks loose). Â I was going to write about how some women, so unhappy in their own lives will add to a situation that they are not even a part of, their own flare of bullshit and drama, simply to watch the fire burn because it is easier to do that than to face their own iniquities, disappointments and sad lives.
Then my sister posted something on FB and tagged me on it. Â It was a videoÂ of someone I knew and the story of his graduation day. Â And as usual, God used a very real, very painful thing to redirect my attention.
See, my sister posted the video because she had heard that John had died. Â John. Â Dead. Â Ms. Tweeka Weed herself gone from this earth? Â I’m pissed with myself that I didn’t keep in touch but, I do not lie when I tell you that I thought of him often. Â You might be confused at this point in time and asking yourself: who is she talking about? Is it a he or is it a she?
John was his birth name but Tweeka was his personality. Â See, John dressed in drag. Well, scratch that, John owned drag. Â Tweeka was fabulous, fantastic and fine! Â All over-the-top and wonderful. Always with a beautiful smile plastered on that bright face.
I won’t ever forget the day that he was lusciously shampooing my hair (I swear, I think he’s the only man that probably could’ve made me orgasm from a shampoo! A fact which he loved to remind me of) and with the same bright smile on his face told me in the most nonchalant way that he was HIV positive. Â He said he wanted me to know because he considered me a friend but that he was going to be okay. Â And I believed that. Â Because when Tweeka spoke, people listened. Â I believe it’s why he was such an influential advocate in the community.
Tweeka was diagnosed with sinonasal carcinoma earlier in the year and this is what ultimately took his life. Â I’m pissed off at cancer right now because that’s two people that were so full of life and THE WANT TO LIVE gone this year. Â You might not understand why I am writing about this today since Monday Musings is about finding the beauty in life in order to make it through the week. Â That’s simple to answer:
LIFE IS SHORT. LIVE IT! That’s the one thing that I can say about Tweeka, SHE LIVED! Â And although I didn’t keep up with my sweet friend, I never once had a doubt in my mind that John was out there doing the best he could to fulfill his purpose in life. Â I knew that he was out there STILL SMILING IN SPITE OF HIS CIRCUMSTANCES. Â Still motivating others and above all always making people laugh (oh and using his easy bake oven 😉 ).
One day Tweeka made this comment to me and I always found it eerie. Â I have this dress that looks rather fabulous on me and he was in love with it. Â That day I walked in the shop and he handed me my glass of wine and in a very matter of fact way he told me that he wanted my dress and then he said he wanted to be buried in it. In my mind, I thought: NO! You are going to be fine. Â But even then it seemed that he was okay with whatever life might bring. Â I think it’s because he was living at that moment, in that space. Â I’m not saying he didn’t get concerned, I’m sure he did. Â But his spirit was such that all he could stand to do was live in the now. Â Although I have cleared out my closet several times since, that dress still hangs in it. Â I loved it before but his appreciation for it made me love it more. Â And not a time goes by when I wear that dress that I do not think of Ms. Tweeka Weed herself! Â The bitch would probably look better than me in it! Â And if she wants it, she can certainly have it!
So, are you ready to get past the petty bullshit of this world, the judgement of others (and yourself) and get down and dirty and look at your own life, your own decisions, your own situation and simply, beautifully, live?
I will enjoy this moment a little bit more. Â I will enjoy the struggles, the betrayals, the disappointments. Â Because I want to concentrate on living. Â Now. Â Because tomorrow is never promised.