I have lived over six decades debating my personal and societal worth, as a “real man.” I was either too “butch” or too “fem.” I was too expressive or too book worm. I could be a great father and afford a family or I was a hot mess. I had to stop and reevaluate my journey, look at the hills and valleys. I wanted a true view. I have watched the power struggle of men and women, blacks and whites, gays and straights and I have lived through Ozzie and Harriet, “The Love Generation,” “The Me Generation,” until the days of Donald Trump. I have lived a beautiful and sad life. I am still searching for my valid voice.
As an artist, I have had expressive freedom, but I was always in the midst of struggle. It has been a journey of searching for balance. I wanted to be a free spirit,” a living expressive form.” I didn’t know it meant to respond in an ongoing conversation. I found out I was not always telling the truth or my truth was tailored to answer my internal needs. I was the “so called” head of the household, but where was I heading? I knew I was existing in a world that “was coming to an end” and is in its “last days.” And, those days have arrived. It is time to step up and shut up. As my mother would say, “…talk is cheap, action speaks louder than words.” So to my thinking, a real man, today, is being a supportive, loving human being and an aware team player.