I stretch and roll over.
How to survive?
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.
Sexuality is like physics.
Sexuality is complicated.
Water and alkaline like Christianity and Sex.
Where to go from here.
I log onto twitter and I write a little qoute.
Those words a short document of me.
My pizza gone.
I forgot I had even eaten.
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