Logging Off for a while Because...

Once again,
The vitriolic stain,
Appears,
Under the guise of 'art.'

I feel, I must ask you a question...
I fall in love with,
Court,
Kiss,
Fuck
Whoever the hell I want,
Whatever's between their legs.
So does that make me
Better
Or worse
Than the 'freaky fucking ass shaggers
Or fucking rug munchers'.

I know what it is that's bugging you,
It's that with three subtle movements
Of any part of my body
I could do things to a woman that you
Don't even know exist, outside porn.

Or maybe it's that
Because my mind isn't
A nanometer in diameter,
I can see the beauty
In everybody,
And twice as many people love me.

Educate yourself a little.
Skin that cuts,
On flesh that tears,
On bones that break,
We're all the same underneath,
No matter who we go to bed with.

With this in mind,
I may not be in my safe haven for a while,
As it suddenly appears
To be the haven of one too many
Small minded bigots,
With Obvious Latent Homosexual Tendencies
Calm down with the hate.
Or people will think you protest too much.