walking up to them and asking, "What are you all about?"
*Where is the love? The Love? The love? Where is the Love, the Love the Love?*
They claimed to be of GAHWDUH (sent to save the lost souls, apparently), but
Nah-Their eyes screamed bigotry and their
lips curled back in a satanic snarl of guilt-
of fear and loathing in Columbus.
Guilty fear of a vengeful God who I dont believe to be my own because Sodom and Gamorah was
a bad day for Him.
So, armed with his read-between-the-lines copy
of the Good Book, that man, that scared,
small,
little,
man
spat on me screaming about how I need to repent.
Because I looooooooovvvvvvvvveeeee men.
But I love one man more than all the ones
who came after Him and in His visage I
find peace and joy and--
acceptance.
But they skipped the sermon on the mount
where the greatest commandment was delivered.
They swooped over David's man love
(closer than married people)
and what was left was:
Fear and loathing in Columbus.
Fear I might have "rights" someday and that
I might meet the love of my life-
the one I see God in just a little more than others.
Fear I might infect them with empathy and
compassion like HE had.
GAWDUH FORBID.
But standing off to the side,
while I "conjectured" on the finer points of scripture with
the neon yellow shirted hatemongers,
and he smiled and said, "I'm not with them."
and my heart smiled and I tried to bless them
with prayers of clarity and hope for compassion
but
when I opened my eyes:
I was left standing alone
with a smile on my face,
joy in my heart,
and
"FAGS BURN IN HELL"
in my ears.
