where the party's at
It's like class is in session for all the little kids, the school year started up again, but I don't have to sit through another year of baby school, I can just walk through the fire exit. Through closed doors and whole rooms that are hidden behind curtains and blocked with obstructive furnishing like decorations, a table that cannot be reserved, behind the scenes prep areas. At a bicycle shop it'll be covered with a wall rack of bicycles needing repair and an oversized bike upside down on the floor blocking the emergency exist, the harder to move it and I get to just walk right past it back out into the open air. There is no more obstruction for me, I've been through this already. I completed this level a long time ago. Now it's just babies here, throwing tantrums for not getting their way, wanting to be the special boy or pretty girl, to be the cutest and smartest in the room or to at least threaten and bully everyone into telling them so.
Seen through. Y'all are seen through. Been seen through forever by some of us, but now the collective is finally getting it. No more greasy bullshit, no more getting away with whatever. You don't get to victimize and bully anymore, cruelty isn't going to work the way it used to. That time is already over. I love it so much. There aren't words for the celebration we had in the streets last night. The celebration in our hearts is finally externalizing, our preferences for care and compassion being made real, right here, in the greatest city in the world. We will not be stopped, it's the old structures that are toppling. The secret society has already fallen. I can't even say it without the biggest smile taking over my face. My face hurts from this joy. The sleepless night doesn't bother me, they're not a problem. Everything party emoji. Can't pay us enough to keep tolerating leadership by these abusive, self-indulgent toddlers. Pickup was three o'clock, come and get your mans, your kids, whatever they are. I've got my own life to live that doesn't involve managing your shitshow or covering up for your harms.
Someone's going to try to make it sexual because they don't know how else to express this level of joy, release. Calling it ecstatic isn't wrong. A lot of people had a good time last night. Parasocial relationships with elected leaders can turn out really wrong, careful with that. The songs and dances are cute and fun, gladdening hearts that have been broken for so long. It's not him though, he's not the savior, we are, it's all of us. We're going to do everything we can to keep each other accountable, all of us understanding that we're human beings who do our best and make mistakes. We aim high, succeed and fail, learn from mistakes and keep going. That's what we're doing now. I love us so much.
New views of the mountaintop and the valley, yellow flowers and individual blades of grass. I see fluffy clouds in the blue sky and a city or village in the distance. Look at how far we've climbed, so much journey behind is, everything we went through to get here. Maybe we can rest a little, take it in. We know everything about what this journey demanded of us and nothing about what's to come. Never been down the mountain before, it's going to be a whole new day. Maybe there isn't even language there, no words. What even are words but concentrated light, energy, frequency the same as everything else? Light language finally captured on film. This joy that seemed impossible for us in the worlds they created, their cheese bunkers and underground hell realms— they can have them. Private lawless islands and privacy hedge estates, keep them. Where's the party at? It's not at cipriani anymore, it's everywhere. Everywhere. For all of us. Including the ones who would cast us out. Everyone, without exception.