80’s Gay

I could have marched for peace

I could have prayed for community of love

I could have

I could have

I stood out of the closet…that had been the most difficult prize for me

I could have been ‘turned’ around…or so men thought.

Turned in thorny ways…in bed…but not all can be bought.

No matter where I lay, to rest is always challenged.

I lay my politics aside by the nighttime table

I lay my words near my lover’s adornments

Sex is far removed from my inner drive

The field of change…yellow, blue, red, and rainbow…keeps what I offer far and above, alive, alive

the Rabbit Died!

Little by little our rights are being exported to other countries. Countries we, as Americans, touted as, backwater, backwoods and backwards. Pro Choice? Pro Life? Pro…Do the Next Right Thing…is ebbing away.

So, you take a woman’s right to choose away? So, you take gay rights away? So, you take the environment away? Bit by bit, little pieces of Me/US gone!

Unwarranted Wiretapping

Detention without Provocation

Surveillance Society (  a rapid expansion of data collection, storage, tracking, and mining)

I am not prepping for ‘doomsday’ but…I am concerned about the state of living in America.

https://www.aclu.org/
https://www.aclu.org/blog/privacy-technology/medical-and-genetic-privacy/who-controls-our-genes-congress-deciding-right

Victims of These Gay Days

In these days of changing ways. So called liberated days. A story comes to mind of a friend of mine.

Georgie boy was gay…I guess. Nothing more or nothing less. The kindest guy I ever knew. His mother’s tears fell in vain the afternoon George tried to explain…he needed love like all the rest.

Pa said,

There must be a mistake. How can my son not be straight? After all I’ve said and done for him?

Leaving home on a Greyhound bus. Cast out by the ones he love. A victim of these ‘gay days’ it seems. Georgie went to New York town. Where he quickly settled down. And soon became the toast of the great white way.

Accepted by Manhattan’s elite in all the places that were chic. No party was complete without George. Along the boulevards he’d cruise. And all the old queens blew a fuse. Everybody loved Georgie boy.

The last time I saw George alive?

Was in the summer of ’75! He said he was in love…

I said,

 I'm pleased.

George attended the opening night of another Broadway hype. But before the final curtain fell, deciding to take a short cut home. Arm and arm they meant no wrong. A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue. Out of a darkened side street came a New Jersey gang with just one aim…to roll some innocent passer-by. There ensued a fearful fight. Screams rang out in the night. Georgie’s head hit a sidewalk cornerstone. A leather kid, a switchblade knife. The sight of blood dispersed the gang. A crowd gathered…the police came. An ambulance screamed to a half on Fifty-Third and Third.

Georgie’s life ended there! But I ask who really cares?

George once said to me…and, I quote…

He said,

Never wait or hesitate. Get in kid before it’s too late. You may never get another chance. Cause youth is a mask…but it don’t last. Live it long, Live it fast.

Georgie was a friend of mine!

Four victims of ‘gay purge’ in Chechnya reveal the horrific torture they endured

All four of the men said they were tortured for other information on gay men, and one of them said when he was handed back to his family the officer implied that they should kill him. Read more at…

https://www.gaytimes.co.uk/community/118273/heres-everything-you-need-to-know-about-chechnyas-gay-purge/

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

 

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.