To Paris: The City of Love

12243186_10153182698782267_7789519713768794227_nYesterday, one of the most iconic cities in the world was paralyzed by fear; fear caused by literal terror. As I watched the news, I couldn’t help but cry.

It dawned on me that no one is ever prepared for the emotions that follow such horrific and unexpected events. It doesn’t matter who you are, or where you live; you will have  always have a reaction to fear and heartbreak.

As I processed this thought, I began to cry even more, because I found myself thinking,

“This is the world we live in. This is reality.”

The natural question everyone asks is “Why?” Is it politics? Religion? Retaliation? My answer: The why doesn’t matter.

What happened in Paris was not an attack on a country or its people. It was an attack on humanity. It was an effort to rob the world of its sense of security, and it makes sense. Attacking one of our most basic needs is one of the quickest paths to victory, as they are the hardest to reestablish.

Emotions drive us all. That is why, when horrific events such as this unfold, we must come together. We must love.

It may not change the course of events, and it won’t bring back the lives that are lost, but love is the one thing that no one can take from us. Even after we are gone, the love we give and the love we receive will never be lost or forgotten.

So, while you’re watching the news, kiss your significant other, hug your friends, hold your kids, and remember, that the love you share can never be taken from you.

To Paris: The City of Love


It is the 27th of March 2013, and the fight for marriage equality is back in the headlines. If you dig through the archives of this blog, you will see a number of posts that talk about same-sex marriage and equality, I’ve made it clear throughout the years that I feel no one should have to fight to be considered equal. I hesitated to write this post for days. I was afraid it would appear as though this issue is the only one that matters to me and that could not be further from the reality.

Yes, I am gay. But the truth is, I am far more than just a gay man. I am a son. I am a brother. I am friend. I am a college student who is trying to earn a degree; an intern who makes mistakes every day but is learning along the way. I am just a guy who is trying to find his way in the world; but that is exactly why I decided to write this.

As much as it saddens me, there is still a need for me to express my voice. It may or may not make a difference, but saying nothing just feels wrong.

I wake up every day with my only goal being to make it through that day and hope I have something to show for it. I’m just trying to live my life.

I will admit, I am someone who wants it all. I shoot for the stars, but secretly, I am hoping to be catapulted into the next galaxy. It’s a bad habit. -- I will also admit this; I am that guy who has dreamed about his wedding day. (There’s going to be white roses everywhere and an excessive amount of crystal.)

I want that day. I deserve that day.

I understand that not everyone agrees with, or understands the idea of homosexuality. But homosexuals are not homosexuals... We are people. We are people who experience the same joys and sorrows of life that everyone else does. We do not choose this life. The only choice we make is to embrace who we are.

My hope is that others will do the same.