Currently playing: "All Apologies" by Nirvana
You go out to look for a perfect prey but you end up getting a doze of your own medicine.
Poisoned by your own blood.
Sexes classified into two,
male and female.
Male specie divided as heterosexual and homosexual.
Homosexuals are labeled as straight-actings,
bisexuals,
effems and a whole lot of others.
Menued?
You go out seeing two good-looking males together and you suspect them as a couple.
You go to the office and see a newbie and you suspect him gay.
You eat out and see a good-looking man on the other table with his family and you suspect him hiding in the closet.
You look at yourself in the mirror,
and you see yourself,
gay.
You no longer trust who's straight or who's not.
You no longer trust your instinct.
You no longer know what is gay,
who is gay.
Everybody's gay.
Who's not?
from the writer of: the chronicles of a third sex goddess, the starlet letters, lipstick writings on the wall, the goddess scriptures, the diva notes, and the queerest travel.
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