I believe we all have special qualities. Something we were born to do. There is a passion that drives each of us.
However, there are so many different events that life deals us. Tragedy. Heartache. A job. Family. Marriage. Children. Debts. Worries.
It becomes almost impossible to stay focused on our passions, with all these worldly clamors.
I’ll speak from my experience. I work in a gay subculture. The sex industry. There is hype, fans, social media, appearances, shooting schedules, etc. And, I’m truly grateful for these things.
Like many jobs, there are perks that come with it. And distractions.
However, being a gay porn star is not my singleness of purpose. If gay porn is the most I will ever accomplish in this life, I would truly die an empty vessel.
And, to all you boys whom are defined by your porn “stardom”, and whom have no desire to be anything more…Mazel to you! If porn is what burns in your soul and fulfills you…I support you.
When I write, I get intense. I start moving stuff around inside me. Almost like my soul is shifting. I get a warm feeling inside of me. It’s real. It’s raw. And when I publish a blog on a piece that leaves me feeling vulnerable and authentic, I feel like I’ve won the game.
Then I receive feedback. People relating. Commenting. Commiserating. When someone tells me that they can relate in a similar way, to something I have experienced in life…that is a connection!
At the end of the day, isn’t that what we are all looking to do? Connect?
I remember when I was turning 10 years old, (long before there were was the internet and computers) my Ma asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told her I wanted a typewriter. I knew then, that I wanted to write.
So, my question to you is this:
What is it that feeds your soul? What is it you do that helps you to connect to your fellow man?
If you can’t answer that question, I urge you to dig a little deeper. Find that side of yourself again. For inside every man, woman, and child…a passion exists.
Rediscover it. Cultivate it. And share it with the world.
For when this life is over…How much money you made… How many cocks you sucked… How many twitter followers you had…. Aren’t gonna mean shit.
I believe our “riches” are measured by how much we invest in taking a special gift we have, and how many people we help, when we share it freely.
Heres a link to a video interview I recently did with Vision Video.