At The Movies

I live my life alongside people at the movies, they live in the cinema, they breathe the storyline through their nostrils, they kiss the actors on the screen and pray that one day; that sort of scenario will happen to them, they strive each day to find their prince charming in a fuck. Romance is dead, it died a long time ago, today it's more like getting breakfast after a one night stand, that's the romance they live for... They hope that last nights shag might be the one they spend the rest of their lives with. Like looking at life through a lens.
What the fuck are you looking for! Ask yourself that! I bet you don't even know... It's more like a cloud that you keep falling through.

I have no illusions anymore, I don't try to fit my life into a movie script. You end up fucking the bastards and dreaming of the angel you seem to have overlooked; and for what? Some queer ideal that prince charming has bulging muscles, perfect smile, and a huge cock.

Get over it, it only happens on the silver screen, the sooner you realise that, the happier you will be.

KG

'Grey'

the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey

and i feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way

i smoke and i drink
and every time i blink
i have a tiny dream

but as bad as i am
i'm proud of the fact
that i'm worse than i seem

what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me

and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea

and what can i say
but i'm wired this way
and you're wired to me

and what can i do
but wallow in you
unintentionally
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

regretfully
i guess i've only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
with overtones ringing
and undertows pulling away
under a sky that is grey
on sand that is grey
by an ocean that's grey

what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want
and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

- Ani DiFranco

Who's In The Closet ?!?

Who is in the closet?

You'd think these days people would feel less shame in coming out and showing their true colours, not being afraid, not catering for some societal need to be a heterosexual stereotype.

In my mind, I dislike these people, they give the gay community a bad name! It's like they live in a dark 80's gay club where married men would don their leathers and stick on their fake handle bar moustaches and cruise around the sweaty corridors for a fuck.
Is that the image we want? Simple answer being.... NO!
All my life people have said to me, 'why do you have to flaunt the fact you are gay?'
and my response has always been 'why do you have to flaunt the fact you are straight?'
It's not flaunting anyways, it's what is called 'equality' now repeat again just in case you missed it 'E-Q-U-A-L-I-T-Y!'
You hold hands with your partner, I can hold hands with my partner, this is the modern way, and these closet cases are holding us back.

Our closeted brothers and sisters seem to have gotten their heads stuck in the door.
They seem to feel such hate against the open gay community, they avoid us like the plague, that is, unless we happen to be the ones fucking them. Other than that they want nothing to do with us, we are vermin.
They truly hate themselves, they think to themselves, 'I might be gay, but I'm nothing like that screaming queen' and I say... Of course you aren't, that's the point in diversity, you have alot of different people. If everyone were like you, how boring would that be, and plus, who'd want to be in your smelly moth ridden closet anyways, who'd want to walk around in darkness, fucking and praying for discretion, not even our nearest and dearest knowing who we are.(I can make the exception where there is an oppressive regime which is hostile to the GLBT community, and even then there are people brave enough to come out, but in the western world, I feel no pity, you have NO EXCUSE!)

Guess what? You've been had! I bet each and every one of you were told about 'acting normal' but what is normal anyways? I was told that when I first came out by several people 'always go around with dignity(in other words, without a limp wrist) and you don't need to let everyone know(Translation: we're ashamed of you and don't want anyone to know a member of my family/friend is a queer)' So my question to you is, who are you living for? Definitely not yourselves. As far as I know, normal is just a setting on my washing machine.

We are a diverse community, get used to it, not matter how many times you try to act like a straight man/woman you aren't gonna be one, you ARE gay if you sleep with a person of the same sex, and you secretly wish you could be out. My advice, give your closet a good clean every now and then, and buy good quality moth balls, you're gonna be in there for a while.

KG

Lake Scene

True, It's True,
You are what you are, you are not what people perceive you to be.
I know you, i know you, i know you inside and out, and i know how neglected your soul can be; at times, and time doesn't help, neither does the sex, neither does it help to drown yourself.
Your depth is like a lake, frozen by winter, my heart warms when i think of winter, and i can see the love hearts on the ice, love lost, dreams gone, but you will love again, and dream again, of that i am sure.
The lake scene, serene, beauty creeping over you.
Like sunset or sunrise.


This is to you whom I love.

KG

Rusting Poetry

Listen to the rusting poetry of the soul, listen to it creak and try to make some sort of sound resembling a voice, lost in the machinery, the cogs of life, suffocating on the New York smog, choke! choke!

AIDS : We're Still In The Red

Today is International AIDS Awareness Day.

2.9 Million Died In 2003

3.1 Million Are Estimated To Die By The End Of 2005

We Are Very Much In The Red.