Mel wrote:
Nicely written. Sounds like the start of a novel..."And once on a dark November day as the wind shook the tree by my window, I glanced outside and saw a man die. As the knife entered him he threw he head back in agony and our eyes locked. I was the last person he would see on this earth. And he knew I had seen him die...
You should work for Lifetime or Oxygen. I'm sure they could fit you in somewhere with all the others like you. So when Bush finally passes that law...
you can bet the Liberty Cross team will show up at your door, because of the upside down purple triangle sign in the window, and the one on your shoulder.
and as they bludgeon you to death, portraying the hate they have for their own queer existence, the last thoughts going through your mind before its smashed by that lead pipe the dug up out of their yard, the same lead that poisoned them as children, and caused their genitals to deform in youth, which lead to the doctor visits and molestations by the basptist minister after bible study will be that history repeats itself.
And that last tear you cry, not out of anger, but love, as your broken head is rubbed in the dirt, and the dirt clings to your eyes and skull, while inside you had loved. And the 'Clean' white skin concealing the malice within your killers hearts, malice that time cannot heal nor your love assuage. That skin, so pure, yet within...