The Great Gay War

By Neil Schloesser
Contributing Writer

I’m tired of seeing gay people continually put down in the name of “freedom of religion” and “freedom of speech.”  I’m tired of being portrayed as a perversion of nature when the perversions are those who belch their emptiness into the world and cover it in love.

I’m tired of seeing my people die on the streets and in the hallways of education. I’m tired of my people being jailed in far flung places and I’m tired of America shipping more than just freedom to other countries. I’m tired of being thought of as a mental illness, a disease that can be cured, or vermin that can be eradicated. I’m tired of being stripped of my humanity and having my entire being reduced to something that was out of my control since before birth and creation. I’m tired of people caring who I sleep with and I’m tired of knowing they care.

I’m tired of meeting people who have never known one of my kind. I’m tired of seeing their behavior as they so consciously try not to offend that they become offensive. I’m tired of seeing the behavior wear off and everything returning to normal. It should never have left normal.

I’m tired of being the token. I’m tired of being the only one. I’m tired of seeing my life debated in Congress as if I am threat to a way of life that has never existed except in the hallucinations of the scared and nervous. I cannot wait until I can just be and who I am is just as passé as the fever of jungles.

I am astounded that people care. Even if I chose to be gay it is still no one’s business.  If I made a conscious decision to enjoy men instead of women, why would anyone care? I don’t know, but they do care and I’m fatigued from the war. They will lose the war but the continuous battles, the skirmishes, the deaths, it is all such a waste. I’m tired of the violence and I’m tired of seeing good people die and I’m exhausted at seeing smiles on the faces who take pleasure in knowing there is one less of my kind in the world. Never forget that actions mean so much more than words and that my kind is your kind.

I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired. For now on I am a man without genitals. I am a statue of flesh and I am done. I will no longer take sides. The great race war of the 20th Century that so many cracked, scared, and scarred eyes predicted never arrived but another has come instead: The Great Gay War of the 21st Century. It’s here, it’s among us, it’s being fought, and people are falling. I’m tired of the bombs and shrapnel. I know I should keep fighting because slavery and death await but I’ve had my fill. I am done and I am ready for peace.

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