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KISSES COUNT

She didn’t cook she warned me,

I mustn’t expect too much.

She needn’t have worried

 

I watched and waited . . .

Listened to her nervous chatter,

Mesmerized by her pale loveliness.

 

We sat on her sofa.

She kissed me, then said she shouldn’t.

Too late . . . the kissing had commenced.

 

In truth, we couldn’t stop.

So we kissed and kissed,

And what kisses they were . . . .

 

Long and languid, lying in bed

Covered by duvets and dogs.

A curtain of cherry blossom at the window.

 

Cold and wet, shivering on Clacton Pier

As the rain poured through the boardwalk

Into the churning sea below

 

Fierce and urgent, in shop doorways,

In dark deserted Soho streets.

Waylaid by desire on the way home.

 

Snatched, between courses . . . .

Of dinner served to oblivious friends,

Amidst dirty dishes and bubbling pans.

 

Aflame, on the fire escape

During the too short intervals,

Of Tristan and Isolde.

 

A kaleidoscope of kisses

Wherever, whenever we wanted

Until, satiated, we stopped.

GENDER

We are what we are, Or are not.                                                                             We are fluid as air and water… Elastic.                                                                     We can be one way, Then another.                                                                           Grow into ourselves over time… Expand.

We are shape-shifters, Dream catchers.                                                          People who take risks… Courageous.                                                                    We are you, we are me, we are us,                                                                          Bound together by hope and understanding.

Let There Be Love

Let us have FAITH…
That we do all, have choices.
That what we do can make a difference.
That there is goodness in all of us

Let us have COURAGE…
To say no when we need to
To resist manipulation, coercion or force
To stand up, to hate and evil.

Let us have LOVE…
In our relationships with friends and family
In the places we work, walk and study
In our hearts and minds

Most of all…Let us have love.

EXCUSE ME MR PUTIN

You can’t take the Gay out of Games, Mr Putin,
There are too many of us about.
The ones in your team will be winning you medals
Rather than struggling to come out.

You can’t keep us out of Russia,
You see, we’re a part of real life.
For we are your son and daughter,
Comrade, husband and wife.

It’s our hands that rock the cradle.
It’s our cash that keeps Russia afloat.
So you better wise up to Pink Politics,
Or you might find you lose our vote.

Your Games will be flooded with queer athletes,
The world will be sending its best.
Your audience will be filled with homosexuals,
Cheering along with the rest.

The world is watching Mr Putin,
And it’s filled with homosexuals like me.
So change your policy, up your game
Or an international laughing stock be.

Also watch the video here.