So the hatemail dubbed me THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!! (sic) So I will wear that with pride, cuntfuckers. It's like The Outlaw Josie Wales only better, right? I mean, did he have a fully capitalised THE, an extra-long dramatic pause, and two exclamation marks? No, he did not. Chickenshit.
Via Cheryl Morgan, a group of Seattle kids who're seriously kick-ass, tackling the whole shithouse of issues surrounding gender & sexuality head-on. I love their whole "identity can't be summed up in letters" attitude. As far as I'm concerned this is what being queer is all about. This is what New Sodom is all about; these kids are fricking building it:
Having created a YouTube account for the It Gets Better video, I thought I might as well use it. So, here's me reading a wee poem I did as a riff on Wilfred Owen's "Dulce Et Decorum Est," picking up on some of the themes addressed in the previous vid. It's called "Nec Spe, Nec Metu," in reference to the motto inscribed on the knife of one of history's greatest fags, the artist Caravaggio -- "nec spe, nec metu" meaning "no hope, no fear":
So, you may or may not have heard of the recent spate of teen suicides in the US, by kids who were suffering homophobic bullying, day in and day out, in high school. You may or may not have heard of Dan Savage's It Gets Better Project. Me, I think it's a damn fine idea and as THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!! I could hardly not join my voice to the chorus.
So here's my entry -- with the colourful language I think is entirely fucking apt here: