The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.
President Obama is not alone. Many people do not seem to understand that oppression of an entire people is not chronic. It is systemic. The infection grows.
When I was 12 or so, as boys that age do, I had somehow gotten ahold of a very old gay porn magazine that was almost as old as I was. It must have been from the very early 70’s.
Anyway, I liked it because this magazine featured guys just a little older than me — 18 and 19 year olds.
This was not like any porn magazine, gay or otherwise, from the present day. On one page it had two fully clothed young guys lying on a bed listening to music together, and there was a verbal spread around this picture, talking, in wistful terms, about how one day, in a future we possibly could not imagine, men could get married with other men.
This is the battle now, and as I think back on this magazine, I can imagine being ferocious, of roaring, rather than wistfully wondering if ever, and when. We’ve come a long way, but part of that way is in not being wistful anymore, and not asking, but demanding.
Of, finally, roaring.
I am past my marrying days. My lover died, I have no wish for the pain of another. I had a husband, I wasn’t allowed to call him that name, and it doesn’t matter now. I have been made a relic by time. But a lion roars inside. No, not a lion. A mouse. But a mouse that can change the world.
That there should be no wistful boys, wondering about that which might never be, thinking something is wrong inside.
A fatal miscalculation has been made. A nuclear bomb has been left sitting on the table.
And what our political leaders don’t understand is, it’s ticking.