Gay in The Morning

I stretch and roll over.

Still alive.

How to survive?

Another day!

I am greatful.

No one killed me for being gay.

I'm not in Uganda.

I am in America.

I can still talk about it.

There is still time to speak and save.

My mind begins warming up.

I grab cold pizza from last night in the fridge.

I boot the computer.

I find a robe.

Gorge on pizza.

My mind thinks of the split between religion and sexuality.

I begin preparing a speech in my head and visualize a class of bigots in front of me.

How do I connect to them I ask.

Engineering students....

Sexuality is like physics.

Like Chemistry.

Sexuality is complicated.

Confusing.

Difficult.

Many variables.

Chemistry.

Water and alkaline like Christianity and Sex.

An explosion.

Where to go from here.

I log onto twitter and I write a little qoute.

Those words a short document of me.

My activism.

My pizza gone.

I forgot I had even eaten.