As Liza Minnelli once sang:” The World is a Stage for all of us.”
But what if “The Stage is a World for some of us?”
Being pink, being a so-called Pansy, is not for everyone. Our world is in some countries difficult, deadly, and doomed. Why? Because somebody loves someone. That’s a crime. That’s my offence.
When I was on stage, life was beautiful. When I’m off stage, life is still beautiful. For me. Being gay, pink, and wearing a pansy around my neck, is kind of no sweat where I live.
Some countries kill some of their population, just because they love someone. Just because they have committed adultery, because they have become pregnant by rape. These are private occurrences.
And these are for everyone to partake in. And it’s bollocks. Big hairy, disgusting bollocks.
I love someone. And he’s called Stefan.
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