I dreamt of the life I am living yet when I look around I am not as content as I thought I would be. On paper, all the things I am doing now would give old me so much excitement and hope but yet, I feel emptiness. It lies in the idea that the experiences that were once novel are no longer that, novel.
I remember the feeling and image of myself walking into a queer club for the first time and it was transcendent. It was a homecoming moment. Now, the novelty is gone. I know the bars and I know what to expect. The excitement that I could just be queer is gone and now the questions of “am I the right type of gay” run through my mind. On those first nights out, you didn’t know what was about to transpire. It was a story writing itself.
As we get older, we experience less firsts and more repetition. We know what to expect and we know what is coming next. There is always room for chaos to enter but, it somehow feels like controlled chaos. I miss feeling the excitement of my first kiss, my first queer club, my first queer relationship, my first time having sex, my first time in drag, my first time getting deep with a friend, my first moment I came to be me. The first moments are electric because there is nothing else to compare it to. It exists all on its own.
Now, I look around and feel sadness because those firsts that were once life giving feel life taking. I feel myself reaching to find the high of that first which makes me want to run. I want to run to find a new first but I know it can only last so long.
Even in the sadness of experiencing less firsts, there is still beauty. There is beauty in realizing these ordinary moments still have a multitude of firsts. The firsts just become smaller, more intimate, and less cathartic. They are in the first time you connected with a friend in this space or capacity, the first time you discover a new store or book or show or artist, the first time you experience your favorite thing with a new person. I want to chase extreme new firsts but, I know I need to embrace the seconds, thirds, and hundredth moments with the people around me because those are truly special.