I build my religion out of musicals,
my Jesus is a drag queen, but he still
comes back at the end of the show,
greeting his followers by the stage door.
Pleasure for measure, Hedonists
like me find our bliss where we can.
We love without needing love,
but we can see it when it’s there.
Six of one, half a dozen of the other;
I have no label of ‘lesbian’
Or ‘straight’, so society cannot
File me away.
I defend the lifestyle I live
through the wind, rain,
and protest signs. Want me
to march in a parade of Pride?
Been there, done that, bought
the over-priced designer t-shirt
and it says, “Love is