“Huge crowd gathers to watch ISIS throw gay man off building”

Preface: There are so many awful stories in the news, and to try to comprehend, to fathom what I see and hear, to humanize the murders, the tortures, the hatred, I am beginning a series where I put myself in the story and try to imagine what the person was going through. The result of that is here. This is not supposed to be what this man felt, but rather a rendition of what I would feel were I in the same situation.

It was just a kiss.
A heart-racing, eye-widening, soul-splitting kiss, but just a kiss all the same.
I should have known better.
I don’t know how they found out.
Nothing is safe.
Here I am, the consequence of one moment of weakness.
A message of hatred.
God, why?
The rope burns on my wrist and the heat scalding my skin are no match for my mind.
They are leading me to my death.
I am a good man. I give, I help, I love.
I love.
They wish to destroy me.
They will destroy me.
I think I’m on the roof now.
They’re talking all around me, but I can’t make out the words.
I am going to die for my love.
I do not want this, it is no heroic gesture – no one will stop them.
A sharp command, they grab my arm.
I am on the edge.
They share their message.
I’m overcome with the urge to jump right there, to shatter their vision of how this should go, but the self-preservation wins out, I hold onto life for just a bit more.
I know it is coming before I feel it.
My body is flailing through the air.
I am reminded of the steep drop of my favorite roller coaster.
His face flashes before my eyes,
disappearing in flames upon impact.
No one will ever know my fear, my pain, my promise.
No one will ever know me.

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“Huge crowd gathers to watch ISIS throw gay man off building”

New project!

I’ve posted some poems here that focus on the LGBT experience, so I wanted to share one of my recent projects.

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I recently went to Pride in my area and was so inspired that I created this shirt. It is a custom design, and it is only on sale for 7 days. So if you like the shirt, please go buy one and share it with your friends!

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New project!

State of the Union

Freedom isn’t free.
It’s a mind-numbing,
everyday kind of fight
against the ugly in this world.
It’s trying to calm
the cornered dog,
its claws dug into the ground,
its teeth rearing,
lashing out,
protecting what it knows its lost.
Some people will get bitten.
They will feel the sting
of discrimination,
they will read the headlines
of heartless legislation
demanding their death,
their denial,
their trial in a court
formed of bigots.
Some will die
at the hands of a man
or woman so filled with hatred
in the name of God,
playing God,
where is God?
The closer we come
the more desperate they get.
And when you corner
a rabid dog,
you’re bound to get bit.

State of the Union