Day 14 - A letter you’d write to Lady Gaga if she could read it

Dear Lady Gaga,

Hello, beautiful. How are you doing? Are you okay? Are you happy? I really, truly hope so because you deserve it more than anyone I know because you, Mother Monster, are happiness for so many people. You are the light in the darkness, the savior for those who are so very lost, the beacon of righteousness in an unjust world. You have an inexplicably elegant quality that lets people know that everything is going to be alright. And I thank you for that.

As an artist, I am so grateful for you. You respect all art forms and you make me feel like I am not a fool for doing want I want and so deeply believe I need to do. You make me feel like it is okay to fill my soul with creativity and art and beauty, when the rest of the world is telling me that it is silly and a waste of my time. Fuck them. I am an actress, singer, writer, and photographer and I want to expand my talents in all of those areas and everytime time I hear you speak, I feel empowered to do so. I also feel empowered to stand up for what I believe in, things like LGBTQ rights, size acceptance, womens’ rights, or freedom of speech. You remind me that life is not about trying to be perfect. It’s about being true to yourself and it’s about living. You are so brave, so inspiring, and so wise beyond your age and you inspire me to try and be that way too. Thank you.

Your concert was the best night of my life by far. I went on July 1, 2010 in Boston, MA with a boy I barely knew, who, thanks to you, is now one of my good friends. Your concert freed me. It freed everyone there. It made us feel so strong and empowered and happy and accepted and deeply, truly loved. I felt the energy of everyone in the entire building surrounding me and and keeping me safe; keeping us all safe, while allowing us complete, boundless freedom. You gave that to us. You gave to us a kind of freedom that our country’s democracy, our friends, our families, and our worlds have never allowed us before: the freedom to be whoever we felt we were and whoever the fuck we wanted to be. And in return, we gave you our devotion, our energy, and our undying love for you. It was euphoria.

I may never meet you. And you may never read this letter. In fact, you may not even have to. Because I have been in contact with so many little monsters from all over the world, (thanks to you) and I know for a fact that this is how we all feel. I have hope that together, we can change things for the better. Hope that if we are good to each other and work together, the world will be like the Monster Ball: free, creative, equal, and loving. But in the meantine, thank you for being yourself. And for providing us with a place to be ourselves. You mean the world to us. You mean the world to me. I love you.

Love, Kelli Noonan