I have been there and worn the t-shirt,
Gay man, straight man, any man …
Who am I when I dare to show up?, to boldly be seen and make a stand.
To fight my corner, to to be different or accept the same.
I’ve been to the brink, fallen over the edge, didn’t look before I leapt.
Tempted fate and danced with the devil.
I am not a creation within your mind, I am flesh and bone and real.
Have a look and see…
Do I remind you of yourself? the part of you that you despise.
The darkness that threatens your light? the ghoul under the stairs – the blackened masked demon.
Who am I when you look at me?
I am not meant to be moulded or pushed into a box and labeled for you to feel safe.
Here I am and with time on my side, I have been to the depths but I still have my pride…