Silence = Death

“That shirt makes you look…gay!”

or

“Did you see that?  Is ‘that a man or a woman?”

or

My favorite…”Married, really?  What does your husband do for work?”

Still, I am sorry to say, assumptions prevalent to this day.  Not from you or I (hopefully.)  But from those who hold, with a firm grip, phobias…that delve far deeper than my OCD.

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Homophobia…. It was a fear of homosexuals which seemed to be associated with a fear of contagion, a fear of reducing the things one fought for — home and family. It was a religious fear and it had led to great brutality as fear always does.

Has this nonsensical fear dribbled over to our courts?  Our judges, some of which are appointed by heterosexual, evangelic males/females, caucasian…?  And/or, jurors?

This Inmate Argued He Was Sentenced to Death Because He’s Gay. SCOTUS Just Refused to Hear His Case.

April 15, 2019: On Monday, the US Supreme Court declined to take up the case of Charles Rhines, a gay South Dakota death row inmate, who argued that anti-gay discrimination compromised the jury in his murder trial.

read more at -www.motherjones.com/author/nathalie-baptiste/

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“If he’s gay we’d be sending him where he wants to go” because a men’s prison would be a pleasant outcome. Another juror, Harry Keeney, said that since Rhines is gay, “he shouldn’t be able to spend his life with men in prison.” A third juror, Bennett Blake, told an investigator that the defendant’s sexuality was a frequent point of discussion. “There was a lot of disgust. This is a farming community,” Blake said. “There were lots of folks who were like, ‘Ew, I can’t believe that.’” 

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Closets and Churches

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Take Me to Church

My lover’s got humor.  She’s the giggle at a funeral.  Knows everybody’s disapproval.  I should have worshiped her sooner!
If the heavens ever did speak.  She’s the last true mouthpiece.  Every Sunday’s getting more bleak.  A fresh poison each week.
We were born sick,”  you heard them say it!  
My church offers no absolutes.  
She tells me, “worship in the bedroom.”
The only heaven I’ll be sent to…Is when I’m alone with you.
If I’m a pagan of the good times?  My lovers the sunlight.  To keep the Goddess on my side.  She demands a sacrifice!
Drain the whole sea.  Get something shiny.  Something meaty for the main course.  That’s a fine-looking high horse.  What you got in the stable?  We’ve a lot of starving faithful.
That looks tasty.  That looks plenty.  This is hungry work.
No Masters or Kings.  When the ritual begins.  There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.  In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene…
only then I am human
only then I am clean.
Take me to church.  I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.  I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.  Offer me that deathless death.  Good god, let me give you my life.
##Andrew Hozier

Gay people should not join Catholic clergy, Pope Francis says

No room for ‘fashionable’ homosexuality and gay priests should be ‘impeccably responsible’ or leave

 

Looking for Queer Money

What do you get when you mix groups like,  2 groups of One Million Moms?  Two million, too many!

Yet, it appears this group of upstanding and Christian women…are at it again?

 Our goal is to stop the exploitation of our children, especially by the entertainment media (TV, music, movies, etc.). Mom, OneMillionMoms.com is the most powerful tool you have to stand against the immorality, violence, vulgarity and profanity the entertainment media is throwing at your children. It is time to fight back!

So, big box stores…Should you remain neutral on controversial issues?

New Boycott on the radar?  A young man bringing his boyfriend home to meet the ‘parents’ for the first time.

Let us not be dismayed.  Just a dating show at your local Walmart.  I wonder who will receive the final rose?

Need not worry. There will be more ads poorly written and strangely concocted about gay life.   Cottonelle, Walmart, Popeye’s, T-Mobile understands who butters the bread.  And, it is not whites, blacks, gay, straight, catholic, athesist:  It is green!

 

Transgender

Transgender –

Poem by Valsa George

Applied rouge on the cheeks
Tied a glittering necklace round the neck
Putting heavy makeup,
Over the stubble on her shaven chin,
She looked into the mirror

Through its cracks, saw a million bits of her/him
Those images sneering at each other
She felt trapped in a wrong body,
With its contours n’ longings mismatched

“Where do I belong”?
“Where do I fit”?

These questions plague her incessant
A rough stone with sharp edges
Too hard to be chipped down
Cast aside by the mason
That can never go into the making of a Cathedral

She walks around in haze
Life seems a twisted maze
Each time she tries to claw her way
She sees only walls that hems her in
Before her, lingers the stygian mist
Phantoms of darkness surround her

The winds of change swiftly blow
Seasons come and go

But she is tied down in her chains
An anomaly of creation
A curse and a taboo
Swallowing stigma and abuse
Each day waking up with a start
Knowing that she is neither a woman nor a man
But a non binary… an accursed TRANSGENDER
Inviting snide looks
And sniggers from onlookers

People call her a eunuch
One divided between the selves
A hapless denizen of an inhospitable world
Disowned even by parents

Though flawed and far from perfect
She is human, one of a kind
And needs to be seen through the eyes of God!

Hate Crime

Tell me where to turn.

Tell me where to be different.

Un-knife the knives.

Hooked

Take back the barren bats banging on a coercive black tar ground.

Let me, us, believe, this is hatred.

Hatred cannot surrender until it is unearthed, out in the open and left for the restless to kick around.

Kick around, back to centuries ago.

To a place where the ignorant refuse to grow.