Tuesday, February 11, 2003 :::
 

(Friends: For C., G., J., M., J., L., R., and the rest of you reprobates.)
A Rant

I see them every couple of years or so
And they tell me stories
Brave feats performed in nightclubs, or on the job, or at a political rally
Standing up to someone or something
Or some incredible sexual olympic in a back room
And they say they thought about me
And did it for me because they knew if I were there
I’d do it, too.

So
Even if I am not there
You can hold me personally responsible.


One of my friends (an older gay man, but don’t tell him, I said he was old)
Once told me that he was his own little planet
And his friends were like satellites orbiting him in his home
His mini palace (that’s what he called his condo) and he was the emperor.

He once called me to the backroom of a gay bar in New Orleans
and handed me a dick belonging to a young good looking man
It was still attached.
He told me that it was the most perfect dick he had ever seen
And what did I think?

I told him that I had always thought that
if I was going to look at a strange man's dick in a sleazy bar
then I should at least get paid for it.
They laughed and we all got drunk that night.


Which brings me back to the question on every one's mind
About all of our egos
And that is
Are we self centered
Or do we all have incredibly, healthy centered selves?

I wouldn’t do any of that stuff that my friends said

I would.

Yet still I am overly impressed by my own bravado
(with me not even being there except in their heads)
Taking on the system, the crowd in the bar, or the boss on the job
And to think that I wasn’t even there or didn’t know that it happened
I wonder what havoc I am wreaking right now?
Far from my lonely cottage stretched out to the limit
An imaginary ally for all their plots, and machinations, and trysts

And you know when they tell me
I can’t help but cheer them on and say,
YES
That is exactly what I would have done
Had I been there.

MZ

::: posted by melanie at 3:54 AM