COUNTING MYSELF IN
You are in a fallen world, where men are kissing
men again, and girls are kissing girls. And - though
I need not be, one way or the other - I am all OK
with this. Nothing bothers me; affectless as I dare
to be. I walk in endless circles through these myths.
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When people say it's all one way, I tell them 'gender is
a recent thing.' Of course, no one understands : instead
they gnash their teeth, uncomfortable they curse. They
flail about as if it mattered. I am from some other place,
nothing bothers me - did I say that once already?
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Fifteen thousand people mean fifteen thousand
different things. You err in finding one prediction
for a very chaos'd predilection.
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