1. My mom took me to my first gay pride march in Madison in the early 90s. The next day, in preschool, I apparently led my peers around marching and chanting, "2-4-6-8, how do you know your kid is straight?!"
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I don't owe you my friendship, my kindness, or my love.
I don't share this heart lightly.
I don't share my light lightly.
To be with me to with an undying flame of luminosity;
you always end up looking dull next to me.
You're afraid of my warmth,
and my ability to burn you,
and I tell you I won't burn you,
but baby, I can't control these embers...
Maya Angelou's time on earth has ended. Here is my favorite poem of hers, called "Phenomenal Woman":
I was in a couple bands in my teens. Sometimes, it was rough, but at all times it was awesome.