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Love Song of the History NerdLooking for a random piece of.. wierd fluff? Here it is!
LOVE SONG OF THE HISTORY FANATIC
I strolled along, blissfully unaware
-Like Kennedy in his motor parade-
That Cupid, the sniper, awaited.
Love struck me like a U-Boats torpedoes,
And sank my heart like the Lusitania.
So heres my sonnet- no Shakespearean work-
But it is just for you:
Your eyes are the fires of the Inquisition
They glow brighter than Curies radium
And your hair is richer than the Gardens of Babylon,
Your smile more golden than a Pharaohs tomb.
Your hands in mine would cure my troubles,
Just like Pasteurs vaccines
Your voice is more powerful to me
Than the Bomb on Hiroshima
Your scent has struck me like the Kaisers cannons
And sent me to paradise
The deeper I dug these trenches
The closer you, my conqueror, came.
I tried, like a Russian winter, to freeze you out,
But my heart revolted against my mind
And slaughtered all my excuses
Now all I can say is:
Homosexuality in TransformersSlash, Morality, and the Cybertronian Way
An essay by Traci Johnson (Loco Exclaimer)
This is an essay on homosexuality, especially that portrayed in relationships between the fictional characters in the fandom Transformers. The first half deals exclusively with homosexuality as an issue in itself with little to no mention of any fandom, and details my point of view on this issue. The second half details said relationships as portrayed between any two given characters from Transformers. I hope you enjoy.
Part One: Homosexuality, Morality, and Religion
I honestly find it revolting that religion is even an issue when it comes to homosexuality. It's an issue of discrimination against human beings, and ought to be treated as such. Women were seen as second-class in Biblical times; does that make them lesser beings? No.
Still, this section will deal with the "morals and ethics" of being gay.
Some people, for an indeter
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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