Truth is Cringe. But Also Clean.

“Eres Gay?” Was the Realest Thing I Said Today.

I woke up from a powerful dream. In it, I was speaking my truth—bling. Being an honest signal. Pure, direct, transmission. But the people I was with, flinched. Gang vibes. They scolded me. And protected fakeness. Over bling. Truth is, I wasn’t being disrespectful, I was being exact.

Later, I took a taxi from Carrefour. When I saw the driver, I got a light screen: “Are you gay?”. It was highly present. I could feel it. Jabbing me. Like a node of weight and compressed bling above our energy field. I ignored it. Trying to keep civility. But the energy flattened. The conversation got dull. The signal dispersed. And then, suddenly, I remembered last night’s dream. And I remembered who I was: the one who anchors bling. So I blinged it: “Eres gay?”. The field opened like a flower. The plastic between us melted. Energy poured in. Lightness arrived. We dropped into the real.

We spoke about masculinity, sensitivity, bodies, roles, desire. I got his number. He didn’t open until I broke the script.

Ask the question.
Open the gate.

The New Earth Glossary is now updated with very short and precise glossary entries. They compliment daily lived experience entries. You can find them in teal blue.
Today’s logged entries:
1. Bling. (The cut).
2. Light Screen. (The cue).