Queen for a Day

Such a trampoline of sandy, ill begotten, virtues, bounce up to greet my gritty feet.

And, it is a long road to greet…the others!

The others…like me.

So…I trade mountains for the buttery aroma of all the half shells along north beach.

Not trans.

Not bi.

Just scantily clad friends in need of retreat.

There is no need to beware of differences…between pride or right or wrong.

The Queens and bears and otters who came before me allow for no spite.

Within the dunes, no titles, labels or names.

As the sun also sets…we are all the same.

I Sing the Body Electric/ Whitman

A woman’s Body at auction!
She too is not only herself—she is the teeming mother of mothers;
She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.

Have you ever loved the Body of a woman?
Have you ever loved the Body of a man?
Your father—where is your father?
Your mother—is she living? have you been much with her? and has she been much with you?
—Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all, in all nations and times, all over the earth?

If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred,
And the glory and sweet of a man, is the token of manhood untainted;
And in man or woman, a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is beautiful as the most beautiful face.

Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted her own live body?
For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.

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/

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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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!