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Living

  I don’t live anywhere. I’m not sure I ever have. It was certainly made apparent to me growing up that I had no right or rights in that house.     Always told “If you don’t like this, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.” knowing for certain that the only concern in that statement was for the door.   So, when that door finally slammed on my ass, I went where I could; sometimes…

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“Oh, God!…” The World After AIDS Day

  A friend, only slightly older, whom I had considered wiser, may have finally disabused me of that notion with his WORLD AIDS DAY posting today.  An NYC denizen since the earliest days of that pandemic, I guess I can understand how one could become so blasé as to want to avoid, as he put it “…wallowing in the past…” but to use language that says those commemorating a decades long series of…

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Give Me a Break!

I need one. Maybe two. Minutes, moments, whatever you want to call them, but just one or two in which I don’t fear for my being because I am gay! Too many of you have been happily fooled into thinking I am an abomination; you skip over those three words “against their nature “ so you might slip out of this world and into the next with impunity handed to you by a God as hateful and stupid as you…

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And When It’s All Over

Downtown Israel, just like downtown Palestine is dead and gone.  Liberty no longer holds up her light, And her sister America has proven once and for all, might does not make right. They dropped some bombs on old Tehran Toronto, Detroit, and Chicago all look the same; a melted down mess. There’s nothing left, no one to impress. No child to look up through this storm and  say “Hey! Look up…

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Second Story: Big and Large Men’s Apparel

Photo of the author in July 1977 two months and four days before these events transpired in a parallel Universe. Ugly It was an ugly start to an ugly day. The kind where, if the world won’t, we wish we could just go away. Max didn’t want to go to school. He’d been harassed every day since the term had begun and he just wasn’t wanting to, let alone willing, to be torn down again.    Even the…

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On Some Late Springtime Evenings (published, here today, for Mary, who called about my Tetanus booster, thanks!).

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SOME of YOU

There are those among you whose pursuit of peace dictates a decorum that never allows you to state an opinion much more  divisive than “chocolate or vanilla”. I also understand myself enough to know my opinions can have a bit of overflow, causing others discomfort, but what they see as their opinion and too often don’t consider is shared by others who don’t want to let me live a life worth living…

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IT’S FOUR AM

I love the nighttime and very early mornings And must scoff at those who would scare me with their ignorant warnings At those times there are so few who would hurt me or stop me from doing what I do. It’s peaceful in the lowered light when the moon shifts everything to dark hues of blue, In that solitude or with a like companion One can learn the ins-and-outs of the abandon That is…

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Father's Day

I was 33 before I spent any significant amount of time alone with my father. We had a pretty strained relationship when I was a kid, but he did teach me five things: how to tie my shoes, the notes on the piano (when teaching me to play “Heart and Soul”), how to smoke (to butch me up when I was twelve), and how to change the oil on a car… oh, wait… six things…he taught me that all the animosity,…

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EXIST

Whatever preamble I write this piece is most likely going to be misunderstood. It is not an expressed desire to commit suicide, nor is it an attempt to elicit pity or concern, nor is it a call to commiseration. It is a celebration of all of those who resist the negation of who, and what they are, and what they’ve done by those who have gotten the most from their existence. EXIST I don’t want to…

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There’s no Room for Dreamers in this Nightmare

It amazes me how almost all Conservatives speak of tyranny of the government as extant and something so threatening that they hoard armaments, …There’s no Room for Dreamers in this Nightmare

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TRY COMING OUT IN A SMALL TOWN (Pt.One)

Photo of the author in July 1977 . Coming out in 1977, at the age of 14 in the small town of Loveland, Ohio, I discovered small towns can be small minded and mean. I would, within three months of my already rough road being what I had been assured would be smoother once I applied a layer of honesty and truth, I would experience a break as my way became tougher than I ever imagined, when I was…

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TIMOTHY LEARY’S LAST TRIP

Tap “Listen in browser” https://on.soundcloud.com/sYWPmiPyorDeEtVh7

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TIMOTHY LEARY’S LAST TRIP

Tap “Listen in browser” . https://on.soundcloud.com/sYWPmiPyorDeEtVh7

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SOULSTICE

The Winter Solstice marks the dividing line between light and darkest dark; love and loss; happiness and pain; life and death. It serves to remind us that all things come to an end, but also promises us that even in our eventual demise, something will arise to remember us; rearranging what was us into something new: different, yes, but carrying forever, the spark of what will always be you. On…

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The ARCTIC CIRCLE

Lighting the Way THE ARCTIC CIRCLE When you venture north of the Arctic Circle, Far into the deepest darkest night  of your Nativity, When lit with the warmest, brightest light, Oh!  What Angels you will see.                                   -Troy K. Lynch                                     Winter 2019/2020

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