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Independence is the Violent Separation from Love.

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This blog is in reverence to one of my featured writers.
Amber Gold.
Beautiful daughter of a military family.
Oldest, and best big sister to a Hollister brother.
All American.

I took Amber’s senior pictures a few years back.
#Timberline #Graduate
Currently studying at PLU.

She took a break this winter to fly to London,
because she met a boy she thought was cute,
and they never got to kiss.

This Christmas she found her mistletoe in England,
pledged her heart to a radiant soul,
as her own soul fled to torment.
“I really miss home…”

If you have yet to read her blog. Please do. Link below. My words came after.
My dear Amber Gold,
Wow… I just read your blog. I am so sorry. I do not imagine the world that way, but I know that you had to live it and I am truly very sorry. I have friends from the UK that I have never met and I know they love me with their whole good because love is an individual heart that stretches. Global to infinity and beyond. Buzz and Woody. Disney Magic. It is not a place, or a group of people, or an absence, or even hate. Love is all possibility and that is what we are.
AMERICA
The power of a nation made of the world’s rejects. We fled here to avoid persecution. Did you forget that because I promise you that I did. I dated an Englishman, soft and kind, touched, but never kissed. It was around the fourth of July and my idiot ass asked him what he was doing for the holiday. He scoffed, “Amber, why would you think I would celebrate America’s independence from my country?

I sat back grinning Cheshire, “Because fireworks are pretty, and that was a long time ago. Does your country really miss us so much? Really? Really, really, really?” I gave him a sock in the arm, “How long are people going to be pissed about history, and with what good reason when today is day that can be victorious resurrection. A chance to build, and create, with ashes if need be. Mt. St. Helens is the beauty of that notion.
What redemption is bitter, because all things end, and free thinking needed a place. Did you want for us to just die, because we were. We came here whipping slaves because we were slaves, and that’s what children do when they are raised to hit. We didn’t know any better. Look at us now though.”
Americans LOVE PEOPLE… please stop hurting us.
My darling beautiful girl, Amber Gold. What a writer you are, and brave. Do his parents know about you yet? Vishal? and what about his arranged marriage? Are these questions even things I am allowed to ask because you went to that country because you fell in love with a boy….  A handsome boy from India? What part? Is he Muslim and are you afraid of Muslims?

I am afraid Amber. I am afraid of people hurting other people and that fear is not segregated. It is carnal, it is raw, it is human.

People are fearful of what they do not know, and savage when they know hurt that can not be tamed. I was worried about you going so far away from home because you are young, beautiful, rape..able…

I thought your parents were nuts for letting you go, but what the heck could they do. You are legal now. So was Amanda Knox, and that young woman is doomed. She is so analytically in rhetorical defense that she has become the cold of a killer regardless of guilt. They won’t let her know freedom that is green and ripe for any color. They want her to be the grey of all demise, insolent, young, pretty, American. She probably has everything…

Maybe she did it? I don’t know what to believe, but I know that I can be dark just as I can be light. That man in Scotland. That man is everywhere, Amber. He’s my dad for crying out loud. Holy sh*t balls, my father seethes venom toward other people, so much he will not leave his house. He has his dog and he wants to be left alone.

I love him anyway. Sometime I love him most. I should also mention that he has asked me to never write about him. I told him to f*ck off. If I have to listen to it, he should be able to read it read back to him.

Your blog was brutal. Thank you for taking your free time to write for me. I am ready to take another set of pictures and I want to do them in Seattle.

— with Yourfavorite Rooster.



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