Homosexuality cannot coexist in our current state of society, where everything is based upon net worth and net gain. We find ourselves in an ever-ensuing game of match, point, lose. Judged by our assets, educational outcomes, and physical manifestation of beauty or, lack they’re of. We are ageist, sexist, racist, choosing, body over brains and pale complexion as the pinnacle that is our racially divided hierarchy. Do we simply move up and down the ladder as time makes us weak and, maturation has left us petty and poor?
It is a game of death, I’m afraid. Too many social rules, and norms, causing restriction of our every movement. Every action withheld. We’ve been deceived, thinking that we always return back from which we came, but the truth is in complete contradiction. We have a moment, a moment in which to cease the opportunity of perhaps a lifetime. How often does the machine land on solid sevens or the dice land a consecutive 11? Fate I’m afraid is rarely gracious or forgiving.
Is the next logical progression found in the arms of a woman?
It is a game of tools and of tricks, of tirades and treachery. Women are taught patience to endure and hold out, hold onto the glimmer of light not promised at the end of the tunnel. Perhaps if they wait long enough, like that of the great lioness, prey is most quick to kill when it has been made; weak, tiresome, – vulnerable. Is man ever to learn how to follow in the same footsteps, or is he to perish in the slightest prick of pain? Glory I’m afraid goes only to that which is foolish enough to rush in, even after all previous attempts have failed.
God, only gives us one, the specifics are not for us to decide.
Life, gives us someone, just someone with which to love.
Now! We are but kings placed upon opposite sides of the board. Each move countered, too smart for our own good. Only fools rush in and you and I are not fools. Once, we were younger so much more apt and able to try. Now we, two weak, too afraid to even venture onward. Either willing to risk the allotment of accumulated fame and fortune?
Calling! Everyone is always calling. For Love? Such a fable it is. Existing only as the verte of currency. A combination of blue and yellow. Could one imagine a world free from bonds both of the physical and the fiscal? Could we ever be able to look beyond the invert of the two intertwined triangles? Perhaps? Of Pink? And Of Purple?