“I could be cured, if i could make it simply through the storm” – Marc-André Grondin
Since Pride Month is coming to an end, I thought I would remind people of a film that really struck chord in me. This was said as a prayer, a moment of desperation, where the character did not like he who was and desperately wanted it to be taken away from him; this desire in him. He walked for hours through a snow storm wishing that it would cure him of this “illness”. He reaches his home, with his face covered in ice and tears falling down his face realizing that it is a part of him. It is a why-me moment as much as it is a realization that this is him and he either has to live his life in misery repressing only to satisfy those around him, or he can live proudly and happily. He can do the most with what he has been given, which is be himself – the best you can do for the world. This shows how contrary it is to some people believing that it is “not really who you are” and “you could be fixed”. Those who have struggled with their sexuality can relate to this prayer or whatever you want to call it. It is a point where you are willing to do anything, at some points even take your own life, so you can be rid of being different.