fuck you bob dylan.

once upon a time i fell in love with a man. he was to me, beautiful, strong, and so, so painfully real. as luck would have it, he fell in love back. praise allah. does anything feel better than that? but, since roads have a tendency to bend, bend this road did. bend i said. BEND. not dead end. not no outlet. not cul-de-sac. that's just gay.

but even if it was a bend, it was still hateful and unwelcome and scary as hell and i hate bob dylan for the absurd soundtrack that he provided. good lord. it was, on too many levels to comprehend, the most appropriate and ironic thing i could ever conceive to be playing. and of course it was 'shelter from the storm'. i've said many times that i wished i lived in a movie so that music would swell at all the right times so that at all the right times i'd know when to cry or laugh or punch the air in triumph. cue cards would work too, but they aren't as organic.

i don't know how much i wish that anymore. i mean this moment couldn't have been more straight out of a movie if it was raining and i was losing my virginity. ok maybe that would be.

but still this moment was still replete with tears and gasps and whispered i love yous and when will i see you agains. it was almost too much. almost.

but also it wasn't nearly enough.

so. it's with that bitter and wounded part of my heart that i offer a deeply personal fuck you to bob dylan for creating a landmark, a memorial, a time machine back to that moment every time i happen to hear a song that, up until then, i always thought was gorgeous. and also because it was as if bob dylan himself was witnessing this and saying 'well this is so trite...let's just push it over the top.'

i think i somehow just elevated dylan to god status with that last sentence. whoops.