Hold on

Recently, I've become aware of just how much I hold on. Hold on for dear life. Hold on until tomorrow. Hold on to the past. Hold my breath. Hold out for perfection, what a laugh. It all really hit me at my sisters wedding a few weeks ago....

She and I have been through a lot together. Sometimes I marvel at just what the human condition can endure. I was an emotional wreck leading up to the day; and for those of you that know, I prefer to be a rock in public... It all goes back to being strong and never let anyone seeing me weak. The sign of weakness would ruin me. It is really the reason I walk with such an elevated gait. I have always had to push myself above my fear otherwise I would have never ventured out into my life. Holding on to my fear by presenting fearless.

Anyway(s), I pretty much cried the whole day. Seeing my sister wrapped in the love of her family and friends and walking down the isle by dad, tears. Having her daughters light candles with them to join their bond, tears. Seeing her dance with the man she loves, tears of uncontrollable joy. I didn't realize how much I had been holding on until I realized I didn't have to do so any longer. And I fucking bawled in the gazebo as I let my armpits dry out while the line worked through the buffet.

My family is amazing. I am so lucky to come from such stock that we hold on for one another and guarantee that we find safety and love along each leg of our own journey. I'm getting sidetracked. Back to holding on. It seems like it is all I have ever done. It's like I'm always on countdown or something, but for what??? To start living my life? I'm pretty sure I do a pretty good job at doing that(wink). And sometimes I feel like I am living someone else's life. I mean, I know it is my life but sometimes I feel I am holding on so tight that there is no room for me to breathe because my grip is taking up so much fucking room.

I have been reminded of this even more as I encounter friends that are being brave and coming out and being proud of who they are and standing on new ground and facing their fears so as to not hold on to something they are not. To drop that fissade is one of the hardest things to do. To drop the veil around our own truths takes real courage. To stop worrying what others will think of oneself is so hard to do. So what do we do? We hold up the images we think people want to see so that we can protect who we truly are.

It is even more evident these days, as I date myself, as I see people (even families) hanging out but never interacting. Phones always in hand checking in and updating but never exchanging words. Lol lol lol but only via text, the world is silent and yet we all scream.

Posing for memories, but never living the moment. I know this is funny coming from a Davis, because we all know that our family is always ready for a photo;) we love to capture our joy. Hold on to the good times.

The reason I love to hug so much is because human interaction is important and I love that moment of breathing into another person and realizing the hug is so much better when I don't hold on. Knowing that I am not alone and that I am so lucky to have a life that allows me to share so deeply the love of life with others is a memory I want to hold on to. Yet, I choose not to because I love living the moment each and every time I get to hug you, holding on without clinging on for dear life.

Holding on for the next season, for the next pay period, for love, for my truth, for a better me.

I have had a rough year. Most of us

have had rough years. Holding on for a break. Thank goodness for the summer;) everyone has been telling me how great my tan is; and I always respond the same," well, I haven't been able to do much but crawl to the backyard and layout." It's not a joke. But I laugh about it because it is where I am at and I like to have fun, so I make the best of it. I held on to my heels all summer. I love them so much. I love how I feel in them. Dancing in them. Walking down the stairs in them. Walking down the streets of Astoria in them. And I have to let go. I let go, only to make room for more. Daylight is everywhere and I will be graceful no matter what stance I take;) oh, you will see!!  Our show DRAGALUTION 2015 is going to blow up your skirt and flutter your panties;)

I feel like I've been all over the place tonight. I'm, clearly, not holding on to form lol lol lol, the world is silent. 

The truth is out there;)

Daylight here;) how y'all doing? Myself, I've had a rough go at things and then Marco told me these silly rumors going all around about him and it just makes me giggle and want to tea bag a few folks. But I'm a lady, right, and I rise above. I always rise, I am Daylight!!!

Just so you know, the rumors, although flattering and so exciting are just NOT TRUE. I don't perpetuate false facts so I will not repeat the silly but flattering story. Instead, I'm going to tell you another silly and romantic (not) story.  This one came back like a photo you thought had been destroyed and yet there it is on Facebook for someone's throw back Thursday and clearly you had thrown more back than a Thursday from the looks of the photo.....

Anyway(ssss), I was visiting with my brother,Ken and his partner (Kevin) on the couch looking out at the river, thumbing through late 80's early 90's Playgirls, and just giggling at everything there is to giggle about.....and the subject of me being single came up along with one of my favorite punch lines from the 'first time I was raped' story ( which I have to make lite of from time to time, it is how I get over things). That line being,"and that is why I can't stand the smell of ylang ylang" (best said out loud). 

SO MY TALE:

I'm one of those guys that is just always single. Another part of my healing was putting up walls and talking nasty,it gave/gives me space. I've told you before of my 7 year dry spells. One of the first ones came the fall of 95' in Manhattan. I was hanging out with my room mate Kim and she found me the perfect man in the back of the looking section of the Village Voice. It should have stopped there but nnnoooo she had to pester me about it and convince me that I should call 'mister 6' dark and handsome, likes walks in Central Park, picnics, theater and laughter.' I had one condition: she and our friend Michelle were to tail me and we had a few signals worked out for emergency exit strategies:)

The day of the 'date' came and the girls cracked me up with their Peter Sellers meets the North Avenue Irregulars outfits of camel colored London fog raincoats, dark glasses and fedoras. I had never seen anything so perfect, that moment alone was worth the hell about to be unleashed on me.

He said I would know him by his purple bike and red beret, reason number two I should not have gone. Well.... Imagine my surprise to not see the man he described himself as but rather a 5'9" fella with a nose that would make Babs cry and the hair of Kenny G, but shorter and crammed under the beret, think Elaine from Steinfield. I still walked up to him and introduced myself. He seemed pleased. I followed him to the coffee shop ignoring my safety code for later.

He was really interesting and he asked such probing questions about my life prior to this moment with him. I talked, cause that is what I do when I am nervous in public. Well, and sweat sooo bad, and go buck toothed and play with the sugar bowl. I managed to keep my cool. It was hard to not laugh at the girls who were making gestures to me and wanting to go. I said my good bye, I almost never put out on the first date. I gave one of those awkward hugs where I don't let my penis near his so that there is the chance of tips touching, I didn't want him to think I was interested. Because I most certainly wasn't.  He, however, had different plans.

He called a few days later. He had some follow up questions. He opened with,"I wasn't completely honest with you the other day...." My eyes roll in my head as I reach for a cig.

"I am not just a Pegan, I am High Priest of the New York Pegans." My eyes continue to roll, I take a deep drag as I think ,'no, you're just HIGH'

And he continues with," I knew when I met you that you were going to be mine (I didn't know I had no choice) and I'm using my powers as High Priest to do a binding spell to make you mine for eternity." Am I really hearing all this bull shit... Then he goes on to say," I came home and did a sexual binding something or other (those are my words because I honestly can not remember what he called it because I was so stunned I still hadn't even hung up yet) ritual and made a painting of our love and I want to give it to you. Can I come over?" Ok here we go. I make an excuse to get off the phone and light another cig. Is this really my fucking life?

He actually calls a few days later.

He opens with," I can't give you the painting I made you."

I reply, without missing a beat,"what!!! You are just mean! Why even tell me about it?!" I was messing with him:)

"I was doing another sexual binding dance last night and I came on the painting and it is now sacred so it has to remain here." He responded in a tone of high English.

I inhale the rest of my cig and as I exhale I say," please never call me again!!!!!" And I hung up the phone and hit the bar. F.U.C.K.

Fast forward to June. I'm at Central Park skating at the roller disco that happens every weekend. As I'm leaving the smoking fine asses in hot shorts and Lycra to cross back home I spot a scene being set up. I instantly thought, "oh goodie!!! A play in the park."

I plop my skinny ass bleach blond club kid ass down on the grass and wait for the fun to begin. Then it hits me!!! It's summer solstice and this is the Pegan gathering and wouldn't you know it if that sun of a gun wasn't being carried in on a fucking throne carried by 8 muscle men.. Unbelievable. I think he saw me. I hoped that the hair color change threw him off my scent. I didn't wait to see, I swished it out if there quicker than a hooker on a zipper.

And that, my friends, is why I don't do online dating, hook ups or blind dates. They just get too weird too fast and it makes me feel not so funny inside and

out;)