Those who believe they are ugly / objectify the rest of us.

We lavender folk spray up, spontaneously flowering in the color we had learned as an identifying mark of our culture when it was subterranean and secret.

Those who believe they are ugly / objectify the rest of us.

We cannot live in the past, nor can we re-create it. Yet as we unravel the past, the future also unfolds before us, as though they are mirrors without which neither can be seen or happen.

Gay culture is far from 'marginal,' being rather 'intersectional,' the conduits between unlike beings.

Woman is as common as a loaf of bread, and like a loaf of bread, will rise.

Everyone wants Love to follow them / down their road; / where is it that Love wants to go?