Message in a Bottle

Well, I’m actually disturbed by the Leelah Alcorn suicide note. Unlike the many stories I’d come across every year about gay teens that kill themselves—this one strikes me as very different.

I stopped keeping up with these suicide stories because they come too frequently and often too disturbing. In big cities like LA and New York, you’re pretty much untouched by this nonsense. In fact, in LA, West Hollywood is one of the most clueless and out-of-touch realities as to what it means to be truly “gay” in society. That neighborhood is all about partying and hooking up, and self-entitlements. It’s the opposite reality of homophobia. It’s a place where straights are hated and preyed upon. While the rest of the world is trying very hard to savor the freedom to simply be accepted as a human being. It’s a bit exaggerated. Even when I lived in New York, you had Greenwich Village, but you appreciated the community because of Stone Wall.

The last tragic story I kept up with was the Mathew Sheppard story. That story was so evil and heinous to the core that I never wanted to know about these events again. I actually had friends who lived in Wyoming and drank at the same bar that Mathew Sheppard frequented, the Fireside Lounge in Laramie.

Leelah’s story is much different because this kid was highly aware and highly awakened. She knew exactly what was going in the world, that social conditioning was the cause of her misery, and she was very clear about it when she made the statement “Please fix society” in her suicide note.

I wish in many ways that NUNE had come out sooner. And in many ways, I wish I could get my feature RED AS BLUE to be produced even sooner. I think that if kids see these movies, they would learn to see that the edge of the eclipse would eventually subside.

There is no saying where NUNE will go, but the point is, these types of films need to get made because they bring awareness—without the collateral damage.

Although NUNE is not about a transgender teen, it is about transcending the self-hatred that is forced upon an individual through bullying or social conditioning. In Leelah’s case, she wasn’t bullied by kids at school. She was bullied by a society (a whole state of consciousness of her community). Yes, she blamed Christianity, because of its message of hatred and intolerance toward homosexuality. You would think that in 2015, this would be old news by now. But I’m not here to derail religion or bad parenting.

What she did came from the heart. It was martyrdom in a Joan of Arc kind of way. She sent a great message to the world in a very clear and conscious way; knowing that her death isn’t a selfish act or that it was only about herself. She obviously felt that there was no other way to wake up the community, to see how they’re living in a cycle of hatred and fear…and how that is destroying the future for so many like her.

We can debate about this topic from many angles. But this gets us nowhere. There is no right or wrong. It happened. From a spiritual point of view however, that girl carried the universe into this world and was a message in a bottle. She was definitely a martyr.

I have included a PDF attachment of the Leelah article in case the link ever disappears.

We Shall,

Ji Strangeway, We Shall

Ji Strangeway is a filmmaker, writer, and poet specializing in female-centric LGBTQ. She is also a fierce blogger aiming for a new level of indigoness and bad assery. Find out more: www.jistrangeway.com | Follow FB: jistrangeway.official  #jistrangeway

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Ji Strangeway

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The Three Gates of Speech stipulates that you ask these questions before putting your foot in your mouth: Is it True? Is it Necessary? Is it Kind? Since this doesn't fit the purpose for every occassion, the criteria for my path is: Is it True? Is it Necessary? Is it Indigo?

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