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Welcome to my blog!

First of all, I'd like to thank you to coming to my production of "Not Your All-American College Kid," written, directed and performed by yours truly, Calen Winn aka thepanthespian aka Puck aka Pan-cake.

Before we begin, I have a few reminders. Please silence, not just set to vibrate as this is an intimate space, your cellphones, pagers, watches, and anything else that might beep, squawk, or otherwise make noise, including small children. Also, please remember to be courteous and kind to the performers and your fellow audience members, profanity is allowed, but please keep all comments civil and constructive.

Finally, anything new I write will appear as a blog post, but make sure to check out my "Pre-Blog Writings" pages, linked in the sidebar, which may grow as I discover more old writing worthy of posting.

Now, sit back, and enjoy "Not Your All-American College Kid" by Calen Winn

CTT Creative Writing

These are some pieces I wrote while at Camp Ten Trees, a summer camp for LGBTQ and Allied youth and children of alternative families.  The first three are from my only year as a camper in '07, and the last one was written as a counselor in the summer of '09.










Trust

The x-ray experience completely changed my perspective.  I learned that I could not trust doctors to honor what I want.  This soon translated into the rest of my life.  When someone asked me why I did something, I immediately assumed they were tying to keep me from getting what I want.
When I would go to the barber’s I would have to inspect my hair every two seconds to make sure they were giving me the cut I wanted.  Soon, I began to not trust anyone or anything for anything.  I expected an axe murderer every time I heard footsteps at night.  Every barking dog was destined to bite me.


It wasn’t until I felt the need to come out of the closet that I started to trust people again.  I needed to stop hiding, and to do that I had to trust people with my most personal truths.  Trusting my best friend was an amazing experience.  She and I have become closer as a result.  I know this feeling is mutual, because she has since shared things just as personal, and possibly more so, with me.



Definitions

life is expanding
wings are unfolding
worlds are presenting themselves
learning to live without expectation
letting life be what it will
trying to stop needing labels

people are individuals
not just defined in groups
generalization breeds anger
attributing traits of some
to too many others
why think of people in groups
just let them be who they are

individuality defines
not common traits
what would the world be
if everyone were the same
why are differences frowned on
rather than being celebrated
why does the world think in two’s
life exists in spectrums
not just at the extremes





Happiness

writing from emotion
confusion consumes
acting feminine
assuredly male
angry at the world
it won’t accept
that we can define
our own kind of happiness





Heroes

“They see us as superheroes”
THEY are my heroes
the ones younger than me,
younger than I was
who know more and fight harder
for what I want
what they want
The ones older than me
older not in time but in life
I pity them yet they should pity me
for they are stronger
stronger than I ever will or could be
strong enough to want to die, but stay
alive for the week or two
of heaven
where they can be free
and remind me why THEY
are my heroes