Posts Tagged ‘homophobia’

Blood Red Hate

September 29, 2017

Foremost know
before your birth
they hated you
to keep it in mind
is the only way
not to take it
personally
because that
is likely the greatest
evil of it
how impersonal
their hatred is
an inhuman loathing
a ruthlessly cold heartlessness
that has nothing at all
to do with you
as an individual human being
it is simply you
as an existence
wanting things
they want exclusively
for themselves
that you think and believe
you deserve certain rights
is anathema
to the society they desire
your health and happiness
is the target
of their hatred
and should you complain
or protest
obstruct or criticize
against their agenda
they will blame you
for who you are
if you are sick
it is your failing, morally
if you are gay or ‘of color’
a woman or disabled
it is you who
have brought upon yourself
all that you find unfair and unjust
they have given you everything
how dare these sluts
these faggots and niggers and cripples
voice dissent
you cannot conquer their hate
it is total
all encompassing
if they were ever anything more
than their hatred
they are not now
hate has consumed them
eclipsed humanity beyond them
a dark shadow army
of monsters
cheering for your sickness and death
know this and know it always
they hate you
and it’s your fault they do

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Neither a Man Has Wept Nor Dashed a Thousand Kim

November 11, 2015

arrogant cackles
born of religious inversion
crosses twisted and turned
Christ’s head swells with blood
turns as red-faced
as his howling followers
who profess to hang too
as he does
martyred, persecuted
in the name of freedom and liberty
they invoke the names
of civil rights icons
as they justify their flipped
mirror-world battle
to deny rights to others
that inflict no harm upon them
in their backwards Kingdom
bus drivers
who ordered blacks to the back
and white-hooded goons
watching as the body
kicks at the end of the rope
are the true heroes
to be hailed
in the struggle to achieve justice
for them
equality is a right of refusal
for them, under the shelter of law,
to condemn and humiliate
those who can feel love in ways they cannot
they neither lead nor follow
but choose instead
to get in the way
proudly flying their flag of ignorance
halting progress
quoting scripture
raising arms
pumping fists in pious triumph
as they stand
in adoration of a callous hag
and the politicians eager for the opportunity
to blow sunshine
up her thrice divorced
and four-times married cunt
but this is the way of the right wing
anger is everything
their motivations are loveless, without compassion
grown by nurturing their cowardice and fear
fucked insane by endless rage
fed a steady diet of yammering hate
the center of their humanity falls away into decay
they are left with a core of infected rot
enabling them
to castigate those who care
as bleeding hearts,
uproariously applaud intolerance
of the infirm, the impoverished, the dispossessed
against them
all people, decent and true, must stand
those who hail the likes of Kim Davis, Josh Duggar,
Darren Wilson, George Zimmerman
as champions of Christ and justice
are the enemies of Christ and justice
shit on them

Rock Hudson

September 3, 2014

push calm into the horror
give no sign of discomfort
do not flinch, wince or grimace
smooth sailing, restful failing
this pleasure cruise is off well
listing starboard on to hell
smack marooned
nowhere to go
rocky upward jutting
bitey atoll cunting
stranded is as stranded does
blistery, burnt and uncomfortably hurt
wink at him as he passes
but how he does go on no backward glances
where none travail
you slouch
no angel
your time is not yours
lasting impressions wait to be had
as cramping blood does clench so bad
inhale
slowly
exhale
steadily
can you
will you
give her your best
laid to rest
into the horror
calmly push, push… push and come

Fag You’re It

July 16, 2013

Today’s shock and awe
is tomorrow’s boredom
your faggot sport’s star
coming out
is a homophobic Republican
it’s all yesterday’s news
before today is even over
so fast do norms shuffle by
like a flip book of illustrations
running it into the end zone
into the locker room
lathered up
in the shower
the touchdown finally
coming with a jockful sigh
at the flick of a tongue
at a wink and a smile
at a lube and a poke
it is time to get over it
children clinging
to nostalgic games
tag you’re it
fag you’re hit
no more cares
and then we wonder
why’d we ever

Salary Lick

July 12, 2013

around the rifle swings
pop-eyed, terrified
frightened man
scared of being scared
admitting the fear
macho, trained
big and brave
raised in masculinity’s narrow straits
straight and narrow
tough guy
small fry
never exposed as otherwise
a cock enormous
hiding holes no mouse
you’re a self-assured
mighty male specimen
never to be confused
with elitist gentlemen
of girlier persuasions
to which you shan’t transform
for it is sure apostasy
to go against the norm
in god you trust
in cunt you thrust
from dust to dust
on the battlefield rust
your metal is nothing to water and salt

Pop

March 18, 2013

It’s you, centered
a childish thing of wants and gimees
value-locked down
the bubble fits like a second skin
like a prophylactic
keeping you clean of the disease of other minds
mine, me first, mine
petty and constrictive
and then the bubble expands
to include family and clan
and for thousands of years
poking right back to our animal past
that’s all there was
outside immediate kinship
existed a range of beings:
monsters, brutes, heretics
worthy only of spear point or sword
subhuman scum
filthy, fecal-smeared and stinking
disposing of them was duty
thus was life –
dutiful slaughter
honorable torture
righteous rape
the world of five senses
and a lone content provider: Church
blessing barbarity under the sign of the cross,
an existence wretched, low and controlled,
but then it happened
the greatest horror parochial power monopolies have ever known: Books
a publishing explosion in the age of exploration
the globe well-traversed, opened a new frontier – inward
off came the cultural condoms
and that disease of other minds, once feared,
now passionately consumed
a sensual friction of varied ideas
literacy racing to empathy – the path to compassion –
the compass into other lives, foreign custom,
enlightenment and reason, but of course,
nothing trends exclusively toward progress
old juvenile temperaments can arise
mine, me first, mine: mein, mein kampf, mein
burps of rude social behavior:
Nazis, khmer rouge, objectivism
temporary infarctions against the overwhelming tide
washing out their failed edifices of sand
their cloistered paranoiac delusions
as small towns grow into cities
and the terror of people not like you recedes,
finally we might approach the time
when calmly, softly
practically without notice and of no concern
the bubble pops

Out of the Closet

January 28, 2013

Cornered, a broadcast tell on the bluff
like a fraudulent claim in a one car crash
no one to blame but beer and a tree
powerless not to confess
a common witch caught prying eyes out of newts
nothing for them but to get the rope tight and strike a match
and today of all days, god does not choose
to break a foul wind the sinner’s way
nothing blows you like that heavenly breath
not hypocrisy; not deceit, bigotry or lies
not even the male escort
purchased online
I am every closet-case right-wing homophobe ever outed
and I approve this message

Gulf Douche

January 17, 2013

If only your jesus lips could reach down low
all the way to earth and kiss your own jesus-feet
and let the poor mop-bucket women tend to their own wounds
leaving the god-meat business
up to your own jesus-hands
they all wait to take up their problems
explain these wet-pink dream machines
that manufacture gods and war
and gods of war and rape
and rapist gods
sticking it in
like a swan
like a stud bull
like a beam of light
hanging it down
like a divine swizzle stick
into the eye of the storm
waggling it around
stirring up a spasm of punishment
spank the sinners with meteorology gone wild
do it, do it, do it hurricane style
lay the law – god prick justice
do it for the faggots
the single moms
the abortions
the ACLU
the feminists
the feminist single moms of aborted faggots protected by the ACLU
if only your jesus-tongue could lick your own jesus-ass clean
you wouldn’t have to use mankind for a douche.

The Will(ard) of the People

February 8, 2012

From the mouth of Willard “Mitt” Romney comes this hateful little spooge in the face of democracy: “Today, unelected judges cast aside the will of the people of California who voted to protect traditional marriage. This decision does not end this fight, and I expect it to go to the Supreme Court. That prospect underscores the vital importance of this election and the movement to preserve our values. I believe marriage is between a man and a woman and, as president, I will protect traditional marriage and appoint judges who interpret the Constitution as it is written and not according to their own politics and prejudices.”

First, these unelected judges (appointed as the constitution decrees) are part of our democracy. Maybe Mitt is a little fuzzy on the whole checks and balances issue, but when the will of the people and the legislative branch collides in such a way that allows for a majority to tyrannize a minority, then I think the judicial branch striking down such prejudicial legislation is an example of how our democracy works for all of the people, and not just the will of a superstitiously hateful few.
Second, Mitt, fuck what you believe. If you’re elected president (dear fuck please no) then you will be expected, nay, sworn, to uphold the constitution of the United Sates and not some perverse Christian variant of it. The focus should be on preserving the constitution – not out values, whatever the fuck those are. This whole GOP primary season has put on vivid display the loathing the Republican Party has actively come to express for the constitution. There seems to be not a single part of it they understand or don’t desire to subvert. They are a crass anarchist mob that should be shunned by polite society and the media that reports to it. Keep these criminals in the dark. Sure, let them preach their bullshit from the street corners like any deranged madman, but don’t go broadcasting it worldwide because the wide world is watching and judging and that judgment falls poorly upon us, the people and our often fascist will.

Expresso 3: Return of the Ugly Faggot

January 20, 2012

“Hey, do you have a cigarette I can borrow?” she asked in a voice like a Bill Clinton impersonator.
“I don’t have any cigarettes,” I answered, which is a lot more than a lot of people out here give a bum… a response. I always give a response. I feel like it’s basically important to human nature to at the very least acknowledge the person is there and has just spoken to you.
“You don’t have a cigarette,” she confirmed as I walked by and toward the café door. “You’re a faggot… and ugly.” That’s what I get for quitting smoking. It’s transformed me into an ugly faggot, which is rough, I hardly stand a chance with those West Hollywood studs out walking their toy poodles and Yorkies.
Now I’m in the café and I order a triple espresso. The barista, she’s a new one, asks, “Small, medium or large?”
“A triple espresso,” I reorder, not understanding the question. She picks out the large cup, and I say, “I think it’s best to put it in the smallest cup size.” She doesn’t understand. I don’t think she knows what an espresso is, but that’s okay, I didn’t either until what ever year it was Racy D’lene’s opened up, and back then I was older than the new barista is today so all things considered, she’s on a sharper learning curve than I was. It’s all figured out, and I get my drink. “Expresso 3” is neatly written on the side of the paper cup. She’ll figure it out eventually. I’m not so crazy I’d correct a busy worker’s spelling.
I exit the café, heading out to a table on the patio. Right in front of me, there’s another guy on his way out. The homeless woman is still standing out front. “Hey, do you have a cigarette I can borrow? I’m asking you, not your faggot friend. He’s a faggot,” she said, obviously big on tautologies. That ugly faggot is an ugly faggot. She really wanted to drive it home.
Two days ago she was passing by the same café ranting about Robert Plant being a faggot, and how much she doesn’t care about that faggot Robert Plant and why does everyone think she should care about that faggot.
When the guy responded that he did not have a cigarette, she embarked on a new strategy, “I’m not going away until I get five dollars. Ma’am, you have a lot of money. Can I get a dollar? Don’t be so stingy with your money. Everyone here is so stingy.”
“Hey!” the guy whose faggot friend I was perceived as said, “Go someplace else!”
“Okay sir,” she said and scooted right off.
“Heh, I didn’t think that would work,” the guy said, and peace returned to the street, amen.