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Homo-Journal
Je’free
Thank God for my doggy to walk
I met you at the beach pier
(not public restroom)
in your well-coordinated
gym outfit
Months passed,
we have dated in arts museums,
and watched theater musicals
of female icons (via drag)
We talked about dilemmas -
From parents, to school,
to work, to religion;
Conversations far from
moving in, settling down,
marriage (in some open State)
Of no commitment,
I decided last night to dare
search a one-nighter
through the internet
jammed by twinks, bears,
tweakers, queens of size,
and hypermasculinity
Of no luck from flakers,
I checked out the club (Dead!);
Then, the adult book/video arcade,
only to find kinky psychos
in leather
I did not even try the baths
where my vers-bottom friend
got crabs from a vers-top dude
The next day,
you called for a cool-off
I kinda expected that heartbreak;
So, I called my gal pals
to have a mud-pack facial session
in preparation for
tomorrow’s pride parade