Gayeast Ginger Bread

I know something about being a GLBT Ginger, the undress and redress of our left leaning politics, like sacred naked communion for Therapeutic Warriors. At my best, when adolescence urged HisHer ugly ambiguous head through pubescent tail, I wondered if other fire redheads and sun speckled skins felt this co-passioned love, desire beyond procreative need to touch, embrace, to smell, to taste, but not to own. How could I have known difference between my Ginger sensuality and gay male nervous sexuality without more comparative communion? Although, in hindsight, perhaps not quite so much commingling of sacred elements I invested with integrity for sorting out these red and blue-black, purplish and heated ultra-violet distinctions of warm wet rainbow Gay ecopolitics, with Ginger red-yin differences, influences, tinctures seductive and reductive, distinctions inductive and deductive; Integrity of wild red unrest.