My truth is a weapon, and it cuts both ways
I have spent the last eight years peeling my life open for public scrutiny, through my blogging and the plays and the Smut Slam and the Facebookingâ€¦ youâ€™d think Iâ€™d have no boundaries left, if I had any to begin with.
Youâ€™d think that, but youâ€™d be wrong. Iâ€™m finding boundaries I didnâ€™t even know existed, thanks to my efforts at relocating to the UK. People who are stuck in the visa and immigration pipeline donâ€™t get to keep boundaries, not in the UK, certainly, and nowhere in the world. You learn right away to set those aside, because you have to answer those questions and you cannot hedge or hesitate.
I keep thinking this shouldn’t be a problem for me;Â I strive for transparency and honesty in my work and personal life. AÂ lot of what Iâ€™m doing is building a bridge out in front of me, hacking through the underbrush and not knowing where that path goes. But being honest about not knowing, being real about not having my ducks in a row, that is not the kind of honesty that wins me friends at the borders to countries. They want to know my path, and they will push me right out onto it, onto some path, even if Iâ€™m not ready.
They precipitate decisions, these moments in the queue at the airport, and when I still donâ€™t have clarity and still manage to get through, I am left trembling in front of the baggage conveyor, wondering what I am doing with my life.
How did I end up here being lectured by someone whose uniform includes a jumper with epaulets, who in spite of that still has the arbitrary rightâ€”which they reminded me of at least seven times during a 20-minute conversationâ€”to restrict my global movement, event though my paperwork matches up?
I guess thatâ€™s what makes these people perfect border guards: they see staying-in-placeness as a thing to strive for. They question fluidity and shifting and change. They donâ€™t understand how I could have been married and still fallen in love with someone else (donâ€™t even try talking about polyamory), or if they do understand, they call it something else with a sleazy, disbelieving sneer. They donâ€™t really believe that I make enough on my theatre and emceeing to get by over here; â€œthatâ€™s not a real job,â€ I can see it in their eyes.
Most challenging of all, in terms of my path, is that they donâ€™t believe that itâ€™s possible to have more than one purpose in being in a place; my being in the UK is suspect because I dare to both have professional ambition AND the love of my life here. I must be using the first to avoid going the marriage-visa route. I am skirting the spirit of law, they said as much, and I have to stand there and flush hot under their scrutiny.
I told them about UK Muse because one doesnâ€™t lie at the border, and I thought for one wild minute, maybe radical honesty is the way through. Yes, I want to be with him, and yes, I am working toward that. At the same time, yes, I want to make it with my performance work, here in the UK, where itâ€™s actually possible. But this transparency of dual purpose becomes a weapon in their hands, and now I am left thinking, why is this not enough for you people? I am bringing you the best I have to offer. I am bringing you whatever skills and passion I have for the work that I do and the life that I live.
I am telling the truth, the whole truth, but itâ€™s messy. Sorry, visa and immigration folksâ€”and you might be reading thisâ€”but at this stage in my life thereâ€™s no way of making this tidier. My life and my love are sprawling and grand, and there are always going to be some glorious bits that end up straying outside the box.
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