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Nach robh e ‘dir fuar aig an àm seo naWas it not at all cold at this time
Bliadhn’ ach deich bliadhnaichean o chionn?Of the year only ten years ago?
Is an Dùbhlachd; tha nas blàithe iseAnd December; it is
'S tha mi mòran air ionnsachadh oAnd I have learned much since
Chionn an uair sin, agus tha e dona...That time, and it is bad...
Is an fìrinn ‘bheil gràdh agam air fearAnd the truth that I love another
Eile, ciamar a mhaireas mi beòMan, however shall I survive
Anns a’ chruinne seo na claon bhàighe ‘s gràin’...?In this world of prejudice and hatred...?
‘S faclan grànnda sin, ach feumaidh mi risThose are ugly words, but I must call
Cantainn na tha iad ‘s nan aghaidh cogadh...Them what they are and fight against them...
Lusan, beathaichean, is cànanan, thaFlora, fauna, and languages, all
h-Uile ‘crìonadh, ‘s tha fo iomagain miAre waning, and beneath anxiety I am
Fhath’st. A bheatha, a bheil Thu gun fiù fhìor?Still. O life, art thou truly worthless?
Tha na daoine-beairteach siud an t-SaoghailThose wealthy people of the World are
‘Fàs nas reamhra, ‘s tha dìth oillteil umpa...Growing fatter, and terrible want is around them...
Cruinne far a tha e masladh ‘nuair th’annA world where ‘t is a scandal if there is
Leannanachd le dith’s fear no le dith’s ban...Courtship between two men or two women...
Far a th’ e nas fheàrr a sgrios na tha eWhere it is better to destroy than it is
Shlànachadh ‘s a thoirt is fhaighinn gràdh fìor...Than to heal and to love and be loved truly...
‘S tric a’ truailligeadh ar Màthar fhèin ghràidh...And often defiling our own beloved Mother...
Is ged ‘s lugha orm a cogadh, ‘s e choAnd although I abhor fighting, it’s so
Soilleir dhomhsa nach eil roghainn agam. Clear to me that I haven’t a choice.
‘Dèanamh spàirne, ‘gus nas dèine na bhaMaking a struggle, and more eager than I
Mise ‘shàbhaladh ar Màthair thinn bhochd...Was to save our poor, sick Mother...
Abair dhomh nach eil ro fhadalach seo...Say to me that this is not too late...
Bliadhn’ ach deich bliadhnaichean o chionn?Of the year only ten years ago?
Is an Dùbhlachd; tha nas blàithe iseAnd December; it is
'S tha mi mòran air ionnsachadh oAnd I have learned much since
Chionn an uair sin, agus tha e dona...That time, and it is bad...
Is an fìrinn ‘bheil gràdh agam air fearAnd the truth that I love another
Eile, ciamar a mhaireas mi beòMan, however shall I survive
Anns a’ chruinne seo na claon bhàighe ‘s gràin’...?In this world of prejudice and hatred...?
‘S faclan grànnda sin, ach feumaidh mi risThose are ugly words, but I must call
Cantainn na tha iad ‘s nan aghaidh cogadh...Them what they are and fight against them...
Lusan, beathaichean, is cànanan, thaFlora, fauna, and languages, all
h-Uile ‘crìonadh, ‘s tha fo iomagain miAre waning, and beneath anxiety I am
Fhath’st. A bheatha, a bheil Thu gun fiù fhìor?Still. O life, art thou truly worthless?
Tha na daoine-beairteach siud an t-SaoghailThose wealthy people of the World are
‘Fàs nas reamhra, ‘s tha dìth oillteil umpa...Growing fatter, and terrible want is around them...
Cruinne far a tha e masladh ‘nuair th’annA world where ‘t is a scandal if there is
Leannanachd le dith’s fear no le dith’s ban...Courtship between two men or two women...
Far a th’ e nas fheàrr a sgrios na tha eWhere it is better to destroy than it is
Shlànachadh ‘s a thoirt is fhaighinn gràdh fìor...Than to heal and to love and be loved truly...
‘S tric a’ truailligeadh ar Màthar fhèin ghràidh...And often defiling our own beloved Mother...
Is ged ‘s lugha orm a cogadh, ‘s e choAnd although I abhor fighting, it’s so
Soilleir dhomhsa nach eil roghainn agam. Clear to me that I haven’t a choice.
‘Dèanamh spàirne, ‘gus nas dèine na bhaMaking a struggle, and more eager than I
Mise ‘shàbhaladh ar Màthair thinn bhochd...Was to save our poor, sick Mother...
Abair dhomh nach eil ro fhadalach seo...Say to me that this is not too late...
I wrote this late in 2005 when I was twenty and I was reflecting on what I had learned about the world since I was ten. I remember warm spells in the middle of winter in Santa Clara Valley, but they usually have only lasted a few days in January. The last several years have been erratic and imbalanced meteorologically; warm in January and February this past winter, cold again by early March, and warm until middle to late November and only a burst of rain in December.
It also addresses how far that California has come in a decade where LGBTQ rights are concerned; in 2005, it still seemed like homosexuality was scandalous and "the other". And it still seems to me that, at least in the United States, people are still afraid of sexuality in general (and homosexuality in specific); to quote Sally Struthers, "When a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets an R-rating. But when, Heaven forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman's breast it gets an X-rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?"
It also addresses how far that California has come in a decade where LGBTQ rights are concerned; in 2005, it still seemed like homosexuality was scandalous and "the other". And it still seems to me that, at least in the United States, people are still afraid of sexuality in general (and homosexuality in specific); to quote Sally Struthers, "When a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets an R-rating. But when, Heaven forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman's breast it gets an X-rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?"
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