Being Gay And What It Means To Me.

I'm happy with myself the way I am and wouldn't change a thing. I'm proud to be gay. I don't understand why there are some people who wish to put us down. Why they can't accept us for who we are and not for what they see. Then, again, there are a lot of narrow minded people in this world. I was in a relationship with a young man for almost ten years, and we were practically life-partners, even talked about getting married. Now I know that's a thorn in some people's foot, again, with the narrow minded people. These politicians running for President who can honestly stand there and say that only a marriage between a man and woman is Constitutional. They're wrong. They and the churches are wrong, when they say that homosexuality is a sin against God, when nowhere in the Bible does it state that. It only states it in their Bible, the ones they made up to suit their own religious beliefs.

Poetry

A Series Of Nonsensical Words

 ejected, rejected. isn't that the way we sometimes feel

I know everyday of my life this how I feel

no remorse, force, they use it on us every day

that's the way they say I must pay

raped, mouth agape, why did it have to be that way

strife, life, where will it all end

moving, grooving, examples of joy

childlike, boyhood, I wish it could always be that way

abused, refused, screwed

is how I often feel about the fairer sex

report, retort, resort, are the three things I feel I must do to gain their acceptance and respect

crazy, lazy, these are the words used to describe me over the years

retarded, discarded are the way I think they feel about me

mend, end, send. since I cannot mend this broken pieces of my ruined life

maybe it would be better to end it and send me to heaven.