My
parents asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
They said, “No, not really.”
I told them, “Yes.”
They said, “Get out of our lives.”
I guess it mattered.
My boss asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
My boss said, “No, not really.”
I said, “Yes.”
My boss said, “You’re fired, QUEER.”
I guess it mattered.
My ‘friend’ asked me
if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
My ‘friend’ said, “No, not really.”
I told my ‘friend’, “Yes.”
My ‘friend’ said, “Don’t call me your
friend.”
I guess it mattered.
My love asked, “Do you love
me?”
I said, “Does it matter?”
My love said, “Yes.”
I told my love, “I love you.”
My love said, “Let me hold you in my arms.”
Something matters.
My God asked, “Do you love
yourself?”
I said, “Does it matter?”
My God said, “Yes.”
I asked, “How can I love myself? I am gay.”
My God said, “That is the way I made you.”
Nothing again will ever matter.
- reprinted from the Dignity/New Mexico newsletter.