Чем больше я узнаю про Ким Родес, тем больше я в неё влюбляюсь. Сильная и слабая, замечательная женщина.Простите, просто я наткнулся в тамблре на цитату из её блога про её впечатления о конвенте в Нэшвилле... Её эмоции и внутренние страхи. И то, как всё это рассеялось после встреч с "братьями" и с поклонницами. И...
Я не могу не утянуть это к себе
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I have a funny inner child. She is at once a mighty dragon slayer and paralyzed with fear. She laughs loudly and often, dances to music no one hears, and loves immediately and passionately. She also digs her heels into the ground, holds her breath until she turns blue, and can stop the earth’s rotation with a tantrum. And I gotta take her everywhere. I am coming to terms with this and beginning to think of her fondly rather than as a recurring abscess in my psyche. In turn, she’s starting to think I might not be plotting her death.
Last weekend, I took her to a “Supernatural” convention. No, that’s not a convention of psychics and ghost whisperers, it is a convention of fans and talent of the television show “Supernatural.” I was technically “talent”, although my inner child is a fan, so already you can see some conflict arising. I would like to share her experience with you. It was not always my experience, and it probably wasn’t anybody else’s either. She makes personal assumptions that may be grotesquely inaccurate, but they are her truth and so I can’t argue with them. You may if you wish, I promise to pass them along to her.
My inner child was terrified. First of all, every other representative of “talent” at this convention was a man. She doesn’t like men. Men are the emotional equivalent of steam rollers, smooshing tiny little girl feelings and overpowering tiny little girl bodies in ways that leave lasting scars. They run faster, fight harder and drink more. Inner child can’t beat them and can’t join them, so she expects to be, at the least, left out by them. At the worst, needing more fucking therapy thanks to them.
Secondly, the majority of the fan base are women. My inner child doesn’t like women. They have not inflicted the depth of damage that men have, but they are more consistent with their animosity. She doesn’t trust them. They point fingers and place blame and hate for no apparent reason. They are just waiting to point out the grass-stained knees or the mismatched socks that my inner child runs around with and that’s just owie.
Add to this being in a new place with no friends and no time and no control and no no no no ARRRRGH! But I made her go anyway. Mama’s gots ta get paid.
Favorite Brother was at the airport. My inner child got giddy when she saw him. He agreed that it was kinda messed up how they had to line up like sheep but he made a joke and reminded her why he was Favorite Brother. He waited for her when they landed. He’s sweet and funny and she wasn’t scared any more… until he said they should meet some people for dinner. Shit.
Have I mentioned my inner child doesn’t like people? Well, at least Favorite Brother was company and she wasn’t alone.
When we walked into dinner, there was Big Brother. He launched himself over the table and hugged my inner child and suddenly things were taken care of. Big Brother knows how to run a show without bossing people. Things are safe when he’s around. He creates an environment where you can be free and secure at the same time. He introduced me to Kind Brother, who smiled with the eyes of an angel and raises the temperature of a room five degrees through just the warmth of his being, and Irreverent Brother who set the bar for impropriety so high that I had nothing to fear any more about being inappropriate myself. Plus, in case my inner child was ever afraid of not being pretty, Irreverent Brother made sure she knew she was noticed. He’s the type that makes sure everybody knows they are noticed. Quiet Brother encouraged her with gentle humor. Important Brother nodded his approval which was the equivalent of a Nobel Prize. Baby Brother wanted to know what she thought about stuff and he LISTENED when she told him. Crazy.
Where the hell were all the scary men? My inner child blissfully ignored that question and set about playing with her brothers, working up the nerve to be in front of the scary women.
I’m not going to go into details about who she found. There are too many. There was a girl who gave my inner child a necklace and girls who cried because they got a hug and girls who thanked her and girls who danced with her and girls who giggled over tattoos together and girls who were all an awful lot like her. Some even seemed scared themselves! My inner child met real live friends she’d never actually met before, and recognized their hearts as kindred. She sang and loved and laughed and kept waiting for the “people” to show up and frighten her away.
They never did. It was just a bunch of children playing.
It’s always just a bunch of children.
I keep telling her that, and someday she’s gonna believe me.
* key: Kind Brother with angel eyes did not, in fact, play an angel, Baby Brother is not the shortest, Quiet Brother doesn’t seem quiet, and Irreverent Brother is Sebastian. (Yeah, that’s a shocker.)
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