"homophobia is contagious & homosexuality is not!"

me, my, i all in lower case…
like the icon the fed me reason
rae, susan hayword in "back street"
the arist… the lover… my ideal—
a quiet artist, silent in the corner
sketching in shades of grey…
all eleven—manga or a portrait
or pen & ink with acrylic coloured eyes
on vibrant scrapbook paper
here i am… "touch me, see me, feel me—"
as the pin ball wizard would sing
in silent verses going unheard
can’t you hear my harmonies
against the womyn that influenced me
no GAY icon for me.
i was born too soon…
always a preemie
who lasts too long in a fuck
too eager, sucking the cream
from gods and man
rimming, rimming the eager rosebuds
i shot out of the closet at age 4 or 5
"i had a dream, grams
that i went off to a castle
with a knight
and made babies
living happily ever after."
"but two guy can not have babies, cammie."
"so we’ll adopt a japanese!"
a world traveler
a quiet artist quietly sketching
plucking the strings on my harp
singing silent harmonies
against the verge of life
the cries of life
that swallows you up
and spits you out
in--
lower case letters
c a m e r o n