6/21/2019, 12:31 am
"Straight Pride"...
OK, we are an open and tolerant collective. And diverse. But THIS?
There isn't even a ribbon for THIS, is there? No flag, no "straight costume" (whatever THAT phantasm might be), no nothing. Of course, we are a collective of rights. But what - special "rights" for woebegone outsiders?
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Where are they, the "proud straighters"? Darkest nooks of overfly country? Marxforsaken hollers of grim Appalachia? For sure they are not here, in our progress-blessed cosmopolitan metropoles.
How can such a groupuscule even "demand" anything?
What are the intersectionalities of their indigeniousnesses?
Afore starting a whiny "parade", do they figure at all what gender actually is?
Truly, it's beyond the absurd. Who do they think they are? Just because some folks share their bizarre copulative habits, they feel like they must tut-tut it to the whole Planetary Collective?
What are they up to? Make priapism great again? Or even greater?
Replay "courtoisie" of the crusader era? Where he, on knees, flamingly plays cithern for his forget-me-not waving dulcinea, and next straddles his horse, blows his ladylove a kiss, rides down to Jerusalem, slaughters megatons of innocent Muzulmans, rides back, plays cithern on knees again?
What next? Fuck up the school curricula?
Lingo dripping with penile innuendo?
Seedy bars, openly cissexualizing?
What are they in for? Glorious World of Next Monday, or what??
When planet's Collective, eyebeam to Hope, lockstep for Change, crushing the Past, marches into Future - there's no place for "Him" & "Her", for boobie jiggles, bootie wiggles, cozy giggles, and all of a sudden chromosomes named either "X" or "Y"!
And did anybody care to shed light upon the suspicious shades behind the curtains?
Questions upon questions... _ (and still NOT EVEN a ribbon in sight!)
OK, we are an open and tolerant collective. And diverse. But THIS?
There isn't even a ribbon for THIS, is there? No flag, no "straight costume" (whatever THAT phantasm might be), no nothing. Of course, we are a collective of rights. But what - special "rights" for woebegone outsiders?
~
Where are they, the "proud straighters"? Darkest nooks of overfly country? Marxforsaken hollers of grim Appalachia? For sure they are not here, in our progress-blessed cosmopolitan metropoles.
How can such a groupuscule even "demand" anything?
What are the intersectionalities of their indigeniousnesses?
Afore starting a whiny "parade", do they figure at all what gender actually is?
Truly, it's beyond the absurd. Who do they think they are? Just because some folks share their bizarre copulative habits, they feel like they must tut-tut it to the whole Planetary Collective?
What are they up to? Make priapism great again? Or even greater?
Replay "courtoisie" of the crusader era? Where he, on knees, flamingly plays cithern for his forget-me-not waving dulcinea, and next straddles his horse, blows his ladylove a kiss, rides down to Jerusalem, slaughters megatons of innocent Muzulmans, rides back, plays cithern on knees again?
What next? Fuck up the school curricula?
Lingo dripping with penile innuendo?
Seedy bars, openly cissexualizing?
What are they in for? Glorious World of Next Monday, or what??
When planet's Collective, eyebeam to Hope, lockstep for Change, crushing the Past, marches into Future - there's no place for "Him" & "Her", for boobie jiggles, bootie wiggles, cozy giggles, and all of a sudden chromosomes named either "X" or "Y"!
And did anybody care to shed light upon the suspicious shades behind the curtains?
Questions upon questions... _ (and still NOT EVEN a ribbon in sight!)
Mystery item No. 1
Hide it back 
