A half century approaches on cruise control
high beamed in the oncoming lane . and there is nothing I can do but wait for it to pass me . and blind someone else . I’m listening to an audiobook version of my autobiography . as read by Ellen DeGeneres . affecting an offensive impersonation of Charles Nelson Reilly . and it’s hard to render what’s really happened to me . and what I made up to make myself seem more interesting . My first dead boyfriend is a mantra . I whisper when I need to remember I am human . and can survive . grief . I place his body between the one night stand . who showed up at my work when I wouldn’t respond to his texts . and the long-term boyfriend who pretended his father had a heart attack so he wouldn’t have to pay me his back rent Which of them told me I was unlovable ? Which of them asked me if I would marry them ? so that they could establish residency in my bedroom ? And why did I laugh at neither of them ? When I was trying to determine which celebrity would be the most absurd choice to read . the audiobook of my autobiography . I googled famous gay sluts . and the only thing that came up was porn . When I asked my partner to name a queer person real or fictional . famous for either sleeping around or being awful . neither of us could come up with a single name . So why are supposedly straight Republicans so afraid of our influence ?
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