Boston

Someone with a lot of hate in their heart set off explosions in Boston today.  Boston, which happens to be the epicenter of MY heart.  I have posted a lot in response to tragedy about how the only response is to vow to love one another even harder than before.  Yeah.  That's still true and all, but someone went and fucked with MY GODDAMN HEART and it is NOT OKAY.

I worked in Boston's North End.  I lived in Southie.  I worked next to Fenway.  I visited friends in Somerville. I booked commercials in the South End.  I taught workshops in Dorchester. I wrote a play about the Freedom Trail.  I took groups of children to Copley Square for library field trips.  Name a part of this city and I have touched it.  I love it more than any other place I have ever lived and it's the only place except for my home town that I regularly visit.  My deepest friendships were forged in Boston.  The people that know me best and love me the hardest are from Boston. I cannot stress this enough:  Boston is my motherfucking heart.

And don't even get me started about the fact that this happened at the Boston fucking Marathon.  NO.  Marathoners are the kind of people who do what they do for something larger than themselves.  They are running for charity, they are running to affirm that they are able to accomplish what seems an impossible human endeavor, they are running to prove things to themselves...  Running is so close to being holy.  Fuck this sacrilege.

Yes, I still believe that love is the best course of action in the face of hate and tragedy.  Yes, I will try to love ever harder in the face of THIS tragedy.  But, if Boston has taught me anything, it's that when someone fucks with your people, you FIGHT.  So guess what, Hatred? I am not putting up with this shit anymore.  I'm not going to passively try to love you away.  I'm going to raise my voice and bare my knuckles and beat the everliving SHIT out of you.  YOU. DON'T.  GET. TO. WIN.