I am sitting here SOBBING at the TRUTH of this young man - - a young man who could easily have been the son of one of my childhood friends and who I want to HUG because, dammit, #Shameless.
I have seen the broken souls of the Babyboom LBGTQ human beings
in the Most Mormon Town North of the 49th.
Yes, even then, I saw behind
Your acts and the carefully crafted performances
You would shoehorn your beautiful, amazing, kaleidoscope selves
the button down white shirts and the knee length skirts of conformity.
Diving deep into the scriptural stew to obliterate Your LIGHT and
replace it with the sad glow of florescence.
You have repeated the mantras and magic words learned in childhood,
hoping the incantations will open the drawbridge
to the elusive bright-white Celestial Perfection.
Ask no questions.
Tell no lies.
You have stuffed the cognitive dissonance so far down
buried it under new generations of Miracles.
And You did not.
Bowing out early, leaving Your families in shrouded silent secret
buried under marble sheets.
But to those of You who survived know this:
what You did to live was okay.
You can stay safe within your crafted pantomime.
You were seen and loved.
I saw You.
MotherFatherUniverse saw You.
That is the only Real Thing.