His tombstone does not bear his name

When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men -- and a discharge for loving one.

Leonard Matlovich, a gay Vietnam War veteran

We will never have true civilization until we have learned to recognize the rights of others.

I bet you if I had met him and had a chat with him, I would have found him a very interesting and human fellow, for I never yet met a man that I didn't like.

Will Rogers

Even if we don't we'll know

Community Service Announcement by Jonathan Boulet

Man is but a worm

Human eyes are so
obsessed with clarity. What
if truth is a blur?

News From Nowhere

"Act in such a way that you treat humanity... always at the same time as an end and never merely as a means to an end."

You were reading Atlas Shrugged: I must admit, I was impressed,
(But how would I explore your mind while staring at your breasts?)
You were spinning candy dramas woven into cotton dreams,
Sharp as a bloody nail file, and as sweet as beaten cream,
Still, I felt angelic assets hidden there beneath your seems.

We drank a box of Peter Vella, fell into the night.
The others drifted off to bed. You whispered “I don’t bite.”
I covered you with kisses and you covered up my eyes,
So I wouldn’t see the pit you hid so snug between your sighs,
You let me lick your lilies while you spread your pretty lies.

I wound myself in your embrace—you fit me to a T.
Only it was lowercase, a shadeless, barren tree.
Your halo was a noose that you would hang from every day,
Your wings were lined with razor blades to slice my soul away.
You shed your robes and wore a thong to put it on display.

You prodded me for fantasies, I whispered in your ear
That I would be your Arthur and you’d be my Guenevere.
I lifted up the lid of your forgotten wishing well,
And felt a flame that made no light, but burned as hot as hell.
I tried to see the bottom but I leaned too far and fell.

For fifty months I tumbled, after forty I was numb.
My Guenevere had shark’s teeth, and I had turned to chum.
While you were getting furniture, I was getting bills.
While you were racked with laughter, I was getting chills.
While I was bursting blood vessels, you were popping pills.

Something stank in Denmark but it all remained a riddle,
Till you rode off with Lancelot and left me Lance-a-little.
So I’ll sit here in my tower and I’ll cry myself to sleep,
I tried to buy you heaven but the price was just too steep.
You left me here with nothing and it’s nothing that I’ll keep.

An angel made a monster out of loneliness and lust,
I knew that you had issues—it’s yourself that you don’t trust.
There is one final lesson here on which I can depend:
Not just alphabetically does lover follows friend.
To you I was a means; for me this is the end.

A Means to an End

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger

One fine day
About midnight
Two dead soldiers
Got in a fight.
Back to back
They faced each other.
Drew their swords
And shot each other.
A deaf policeman
Heard the noise.
Came out and
Killed the two dead boys.
If you don't believe
This lie it's true.
Ask the blindman
He saw it too

One Fine Day

Let me remind you how I wish he was here

My world is now harsh. No longer is it safe and clean, like a child left untouched -- one nobody ever played with.

Sometimes an event takes place that changes the way you see things forever. You will never look at someone the same way after such an event.

I cry as I write this but I'm not afraid to admit it. I hear the words "it's not fair" rise up again and again in my head but I find no satisfaction when they settle - nothing is fair, this is a fact; nothing ever will be fair.

I remember thinking after I heard the news, "All is lost - all is lost. I have lost everything. Nothing more matters." But what you shared with me before you left was the first step; I hear your last words still echo to me... "I'm not dead yet." I think I'll be able to make a few more steps before I see you again.

Of all the people to exist, you are the last to deserve such a fate. The amount of good you have created is measureless - the lives you have changed are endless. I will never forget the immeasurable bounds of knowledge you have taught me - the wisdom you have shared. Your ideals, your grounds, your stances - everything has stuck with me. Every day I've ever spent with you I spent with open ears, trying to capture and understand as much of your vast brilliance as I could. I promise you this: I will share what you have taught me with everyone I meet in my life that means something to me.

You have been more than a figure to me - you have been everything. I cannot name a decision of mine that can't be led directly back to you. For this, I owe you everything.

I can only hope to become a fraction of the man you are.