Part of it is my affinity for baseball..the beauty of a perfectly manicured diamond, the competition of the game. It's also the feeling it emotes.
In Field of Dreams, an average guy (Kevin Costner), after spying Shoeless Joe Jackson in his cornfield, builds a baseball field where dead ballplayers come back to life. From that bizarre premise springs a moving, warmly funny film about faith, family and baseball that's so perfect, I could swear it was heaven.
In a scene, Kevin Costner hears the voices of the dead ballplayers implore him to follow his gut, and believe in what seems unbelievable. "Build it, and they will Come" they tell him.
He builds the field, and the ballplayers begin their games. Suddenly, his once quiet suburban farm land is filled with players and people who have come to see the excitement.
Here, at Bi Like Me, I started a blog as a means of spilling my emotions on paper, rather than as blood on a floor, or tears on my face. I created something totally illogical..yet, it released the feelings of loneliness, solitude and despair I once had, and replaced them with hope, promise and happiness. The blog has allowed me the time to work on myself, and my inner demons, and while I am far from complete, I certainly do not feel alone anymore.
The popularity of this site has been overwhelming to me! over 500,000 hits, over 400 followers, thousands of visitors every day. I get emails, comments! You wouldn't believe it if I told you when I first started, I had no idea what I was doing. People are surprised when they write to me and I respond. Or Chat me and I'm there..or see their words reflected in my posts. Yes, I am here, I'm real.. It's not some big corporate entity or porno site running this blog. It's me - a confused, sometimes unhappy, and often conflicted man.
On this one year anniversary of Bi Like Me, I want to thank all my readers. Thank you for including me in your life, allowing me to be free with my emotions, and honest with my feelings and not only accepting me, but showing me I am not alone. Thank you for letting me look in the mirror, and letting me tell you what I see. Thank you for patting me on the back, kicking me in the ass, or just allowing me the shoulder to cry on when necessary.
Thank you for the compliments, the kindness and the insight, and the light at the end of the tunnel that often, a person alone fails to see.
"Build it and they will come." I have, and you did...and the emotions I feel for your dedication to what I have done is overwhelming.