Painting Over The Hole in The Wall

Painting Over The Hole in The Wall

July 6, 2010

My skin’s a flake of paint. Underneath, there’s a hole. I could spackle it up, but I’m way too busy with more important things like… well like, painting over that very same hole. I keep having guests come over, and well they shouldn’t have to come over and see this big hole in the wall. What would they think of me? How embarrassing. A big hole in the wall and nothing to cover it? What do I tell them? It’s under construction? That rebuilding takes time? That I’m following the “beat of a different drum”? No time to explain, they are in and out. They just see the surface and no I’m too tired to answer all the questions. Why is the hole there? How long have you had it? Can I help? You know I know of this guy who can do it at a sweet price… No thank you, I might say. This wall with the hole in […]

Letter to My “Enemy”

Letter to My “Enemy”

June 21, 2010

Dear “Enemy,”

You have compared me to a terrorist. My need to hold the love of my life in my arms, in your eyes, is equal to a man strapping an explosive to his chest, detonating it, and decimating a street corner filled with people. You’ve stated that a love like mine could lead to bestiality. That the charming kiss between me and him is equal to a frothy lick from a canine. You claim that as soon as I get a certificate binding me to one man, I will inevitably search for multiple certificates that can bind me to two, three maybe even ten men. My love for men is false enough to be invalidated by the law but is also, somehow, insatiable enough that the law must rush to contain it. {This is equivalent to proclaiming that a monster does not exist, and then insisting that a cage must be constructed to trap this same monster.}

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