When I was fired me for being Gay Married, fired by the Str8 Married, along with my spouse, we almost starved to death. Many did. Many driven to desperate acts, like Hugo's Jean Valjean who broke out a bakery window to steal a loaf of bread due to starvation, in Les Miserable,' the uncondensced book, the real book, not the musical, not the cartoon, not the movie, the real book.
We lost our housing, had no access to healthcare, our 'transportation dollars' coins from public fountains. (Is that 'stealing'? Please forgive).
We didn't resort to male prostitution, solicited no 'sugar daddies,' broke-out no windows, robbed no one, defrauded nothing, and at the Food Bank were asked "are you homosexuals?" and when we replied honestly, we were given a stack of paperwork, not food.
When called into the office, the Str8 Married wanted to know just two things: 1) did we live together; 2) were we 'more than just roommates.'
GAY RIGHTS MOMENT IN HISTORY: "We're monogomous. We're comitted. We're married. We love each other!' my spouse at the time, Marcus McKibben exclaimed, politely as always, and with that we were summarily dismissed, handed our PINK SLIPS (perhaps a 'metaphor' for their desire we do Drag?)
I've never worn womens' clothing, never would, never will, never a moment of desire for Drag as the Str8 married drag us through the mud of their own slinging.
We survived on prickly-pears found in the many odd undevelopable canyons of the San Diego geology, and a giant orange tree, just ONE BRANCH with many hundreds of oranges falling into the back yard, overhanging the fence, the neighbors' tree, the neighbors' fruit, is that 'stealing' too? Please forgive.
The jobs recruiter was brother-in-law of the employment counselor who said, "don't bother asking for services from that one.''
Meanwhile the Legislators were passing laws to outlaw Day Labor, "Papers! Papers!" like Sgt Schultz from Hogan's Heroes re-runs, unleashing their GESTAPO to arrest anybody for doing REAL WORK, insead of what they do, paperFAKEwork, paying selves the most.
70% of the people I grew up with Gay, dead, or drunks, or addics, or incarcerated, or murdered or suicided, can't vote to change it. Genocide.
I can vote, and my vote should count for all of them, and the many thousands nobody spoke-up for, that nobody knew, cuz they always hid, in fear.
I never hid in a closet, cowering behind a woman, never lived a double-life, never learned the perverse discipline of cheating and lieing, never 'came out of' anything, never a 'closet' of deception to hide within. I'm just me, Gay with PRIDE.
The blood-guilt of 'the system' that has yet to defend the Gay Married, has yet to grant equality, has yet to enact protections or defenses for GLBTQ youths and elders alike, is what religions have invested in. That's their legacy, their 'tithe' unto their nations, blood-guilt, every credential from their many thousands of colleges and universities steeped in blood-guilt, which they bring to employers and governments, enacting policies to 'pretect' themselves to invest in more blood-guilt.
WHAT IS BLOODGUILT? Our cellphones and computers are made from oars, minerals extracted, mined from the earth. Some of those minerals come from the Congo where miners are being slaughtered for want of pay. We need products free of blooguilt. Thats what "kosher" means, bloodguilt-free.
We need policies and laws that are bloodguilt-free, too. Please give to Washington United For Marriage for me, and you.
Thank you, kind regards always,
Clayton Winton
We lost our housing, had no access to healthcare, our 'transportation dollars' coins from public fountains. (Is that 'stealing'? Please forgive).
We didn't resort to male prostitution, solicited no 'sugar daddies,' broke-out no windows, robbed no one, defrauded nothing, and at the Food Bank were asked "are you homosexuals?" and when we replied honestly, we were given a stack of paperwork, not food.
When called into the office, the Str8 Married wanted to know just two things: 1) did we live together; 2) were we 'more than just roommates.'
GAY RIGHTS MOMENT IN HISTORY: "We're monogomous. We're comitted. We're married. We love each other!' my spouse at the time, Marcus McKibben exclaimed, politely as always, and with that we were summarily dismissed, handed our PINK SLIPS (perhaps a 'metaphor' for their desire we do Drag?)
I've never worn womens' clothing, never would, never will, never a moment of desire for Drag as the Str8 married drag us through the mud of their own slinging.
We survived on prickly-pears found in the many odd undevelopable canyons of the San Diego geology, and a giant orange tree, just ONE BRANCH with many hundreds of oranges falling into the back yard, overhanging the fence, the neighbors' tree, the neighbors' fruit, is that 'stealing' too? Please forgive.
The jobs recruiter was brother-in-law of the employment counselor who said, "don't bother asking for services from that one.''
Meanwhile the Legislators were passing laws to outlaw Day Labor, "Papers! Papers!" like Sgt Schultz from Hogan's Heroes re-runs, unleashing their GESTAPO to arrest anybody for doing REAL WORK, insead of what they do, paperFAKEwork, paying selves the most.
70% of the people I grew up with Gay, dead, or drunks, or addics, or incarcerated, or murdered or suicided, can't vote to change it. Genocide.
I can vote, and my vote should count for all of them, and the many thousands nobody spoke-up for, that nobody knew, cuz they always hid, in fear.
I never hid in a closet, cowering behind a woman, never lived a double-life, never learned the perverse discipline of cheating and lieing, never 'came out of' anything, never a 'closet' of deception to hide within. I'm just me, Gay with PRIDE.
The blood-guilt of 'the system' that has yet to defend the Gay Married, has yet to grant equality, has yet to enact protections or defenses for GLBTQ youths and elders alike, is what religions have invested in. That's their legacy, their 'tithe' unto their nations, blood-guilt, every credential from their many thousands of colleges and universities steeped in blood-guilt, which they bring to employers and governments, enacting policies to 'pretect' themselves to invest in more blood-guilt.
WHAT IS BLOODGUILT? Our cellphones and computers are made from oars, minerals extracted, mined from the earth. Some of those minerals come from the Congo where miners are being slaughtered for want of pay. We need products free of blooguilt. Thats what "kosher" means, bloodguilt-free.
We need policies and laws that are bloodguilt-free, too. Please give to Washington United For Marriage for me, and you.
Thank you, kind regards always,
Clayton Winton
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