Hello again RANTers!
Ahihihihi!
I miss this kind of thing;
blogging for two consecutive Mondays (Yeah, that’s kind of my assignment for
every week if you’ve noticed.) without Arid acting up and everything.
So, what am I gonna RANT
about now?
I think you could guess just
by the title of this post.
Just a few weeks ago, I
have been reading on my Facebook Newsfeed (Yeah, yeah. I’m a Facebook Addict)
reviews about the new Disney Movie “Frozen”. The ones who’ve watched the movie
already are saying that a lot of twists and changes happened in the movie.
There were posts about a certain video sequence on my Facebook Newsfeed but I
did not even dared watch any of them for I fear that my excitement for watching
the movie would eventually die (And not me LITERALLY.) down.
I was so curious about the
movie that I told myself that I would watch it in a few days when I have my allowance
(Yeah, I was short on money back then.).
So, the day of watching “Frozen“
came. As soon as I went home from the gym (I know it doesn’t show on my body.),
I immediately changed my clothes (Well, of course, I took a bath first.) and
went to SM Manila.
When I went to the movie
house to check the schedule of the movie, I’ve noticed that “Frozen” was not
even in their line-up. So I asked the woman on the ticket booth if “Frozen” is
still being shown in their movie houses. Sadly, she said it isn’t anymore.
So, to my enthusiasm of
watching “Frozen”, I thought of going to some other mall to watch the movie.
Luckily, there are rides going to SM North Edsa just near SM Manila. And, still
luckily, “Frozen” is still being shown in their movies there.
The movie started and went
on until the video sequence that I always see on my Facebook Newsfeed. (Sorry
for cutting it short here. I know I’m now dragging you on.)
Video courtesy of YouTube.
I was so amazed with the
song. The way Queen Elsa transformed from that of a shy little girl into that
of a woman O-O-Z-I-N-G (Not literally, of course.) with confidence in just a
few seconds is just; W-O-W!
The movie came to an end
and I pondered on the lyrics of that song. Besides being catchy and all, I have
realized, as I pondered on it, that there is something more than the surface of
the song and one thing is that it could sum up the feelings of an LGBT member
before and after we come out of our FANTABULOUS closet…
“The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I’ve tried.”
The “swirling storm” could
be equated to that of the feelings of an LGBT that he/she is suppressing inside
him/her. As much as he/she wants to suppress the feelings of his/her sexuality,
he/she just “couldn’t keep it in’” and “heaven knows I’ve tried”.
“Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know”
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know”
Just what most parents of
each member of the LGBT community tried doing with their LGBT children and what
each HOMOPHOBE are always saying to the LGBT community. They’re always trying
to “squeeze out” that “demon” (For them, that is.) that the LGBT community has.
CONCEAL the sexuality that is trying to come out of us; DON’T FEEL that we are
an LGBT because it’s wrong according to their views; and if we can’t do the
first two things, then DON’T LET THEM KNOW. Just BE THE GOOD GIRL/BOY YOU
ALWAYS HAVE TO BE.
“Well now they know
Let it
go, let it go
Can't hold it back any more
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on
the cold never bothered me anyway”
Can't hold it back any more
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on
the cold never bothered me anyway”
Then almost everyone who are close to a closeted LGBT will
talk/gossip about his/her sexuality and all. And since “they already know”, then
that is the time when an LGBT will “slam the door” of his/her closet come out
of it.
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We “let go” of the worries that comes with being in the
closet. We “let go” of the stress from our family members or relatives whenever
they ask us when we’re going to get married to the opposite sex. We “let go” of
the mask that we show to everyone around us. We just “let the storm rage on” or
the anger of the homophobes rage on and on and on, the “cold never bothered” us
anyway.
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“It's funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all”
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all”
As we come out of the closet, we “distant” ourselves from
all of those anger and hate. And all of those anger and hate being thrown at us
is like dust we can get rid of any moment we want. And the “fears” that we face
each day of our closeted lives can’t and won’t bother us anymore.
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“You’ll never see me
cry
Here I
stand
And
here I stay
Let
the storm rage on
My
power flurries through the air into the ground
My
soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And
one though crystallizes like an icy blast
I’m
never going back
The
past is in the past”
They’re never going to see us “cry” anymore just because we’re
still “wrong” to some. Our “power” (Our sexuality, if you know what I mean.)
stays with us and that’s where we “stand”. We’ve “let go” of everything; we’re
not in that dark closet anymore. The closet is now simply a part of us; we will
never go back in there because “the past is in the past’.
“Let it go, let it go
That
perfect girl is gone
Here I
stand in the light of day”
The “perfect straight image” they’ve tried to impose on us
is now gone. We left it lying on the closet before we came out. We now live
happily because we can be who we really are and not who others want us to be.
“Let
the storm rage on
The
cold never bothered me anyway“
Just let those homophobes throw anger and hatred towards us.
It had never bothered us and will N-E-V-E-R bother us (And we say it with
PRIDE.).
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