After dinner with my mother’s rice and chicken sitting uncomfortably in my stomach like a rock I excuse myself and head outside.
The mid-November air stings what is exposed on my body, in this case my hands and face as I shut the backdoor. I am alone.
These are not multiple ways of viewing reality,
There are just multiple ways of viewing the world!
Yes! I finally got it!
November 16, 2008
An ancient and imperial institution falls
But from there we begin anew
Like to the lark at break of day arising
The voice of one cries out in the wilderness
And a phoenix arises from the ashes
Be embraced, you millions!
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need!
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
Put your queer shoulders to the wheel!
As I look outside through my living room window I see a pot full of bright yellow chrysanthemums vivid against the icy chill of the dead November afternoon
The leaves have fallen from their trees, leaving stark naked fingers of bark encrusted wood prying out through the early winter air
I too am the world
I sing the song sung by millions of others
I dance the dance they have danced
I am of the love that dares not speak its name
I sing its name out
I sing it in the face of aggression
I sing it through spit and rocks
I sing it at home and outside
I sing it in my bed
I love and am loved
I belong and am possessed
Fuck I hate the whole "Hey I'm new here, here's who I am" speech I have to give whenever I join these things, but here it goes.
Hey, I'm Aaron from Indiana. I'm 15, and it's been almost a year since I've had a boyfriend. My favorite color is red and I'm openly gay.