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.
So far I know that the truth in
me
Tells me that it's so tangled
with the love I have for myself
and for my wife
She has lifted me when I had
doubt
I questioned where I was and
where I'm going
But she's there to hold me
tightly and say your great
I believe in you and will be by
your side everywhere you go
Without this I know I could not
do what I've done
Learning everyday to use my
voice for the good
To fight for GLBT rights and
social work justice
Those mean the world
We are here for a reason and
purpose
I didn't know before
I have grown to be aware
The beauty we hold within will
Keep us fighting and growing
For a cause bigger than
ourselves
Fight the fight and I shall talk
the talk
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