Sad, isn’t it? That someone would want to kill beautiful, fabulous, gug?
Of course it is a matter of perception. I think I am good. Fabulous, handsome, a wonderful human being. Oh, I am good, wanna bet on that? Of course I am gay, but that is neither here nor there. I mean, till I hit on you, and you say no (politely), and I insist on pressing my fabulous attentions on you, you shouldn’t complain. Or at least that is what I think should happen.
Think about it, (assuming that you are an adult), have you had 100% success rate on your passes? Of course, some have miss-fired. Others have succeded beyond your wildest dreams. And some have offended the recipients. Of course. But the problem then was not that you had made the pass. It was that it was not appreciated!
So, who wants to kill me? And why?
I was reading about the vigilante murders of gay men in
So, I was wondering. Why do I offend people’s sense of decency so much that they would want to kill me?
It is not a totally rhetorical question.
Our neighbour to the north,
But, and a huge, sad, but. But some people are so outraged that they want me in prison because of this. Well, in
Is death good enough?
Why would you want to kill me for loving someone? Another adult human being with whom we share this wonderful, beautiful, life time connection that we call love?
‘Course I am gay. Am not prepared to understand why a person would want to kill me. Using the law, and bearing that, going for extra judicial measures. Of course, that shows a level of hate which love will fail to understand.
Diametrically opposed. Am talking about love not being able to understand hate. And hate not understanding love.
Say a prayer for gay men and women in