Recently, I had a dream I hadn’t dreamed for many, many, years, not since I was 14 years-old. (I was born in 1945.)
It was like meeting up with an old friend, the same spirit guide that led me safely through the minefield that is growing up gay in a gay-unfriendly environment. In the early 1970's, for example, I studied English and American Literature at university; we barely touched on 'Leaves of Grass' and there was no mention of Whitman being homosexual.
Now, as regular readers know, I do not subscribe to any religion, nor do I accept the view that religion has a monopoly on spirituality.
“The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the body, if not more.” - Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass)
It was like meeting up with an old friend, the same spirit guide that led me safely through the minefield that is growing up gay in a gay-unfriendly environment. In the early 1970's, for example, I studied English and American Literature at university; we barely touched on 'Leaves of Grass' and there was no mention of Whitman being homosexual.
Now, as regular readers know, I do not subscribe to any religion, nor do I accept the view that religion has a monopoly on spirituality.
“The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the body, if not more.” - Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass)
ENGAGING WITH GENDER IDENTITY
Eyes,
shades of grey
on a summer’s day,
rain on the way
Lips,
unsubtle pout
assuming I am out
when I’m not
Eyes,
exploring me,
now imploring me,
adoring me
Lips,
beads of sweat
dripping body heat
on my shirt
Eyes,
caressing me,
now undressing me,
seducing me
Lips,
luring me out
of a tunnel of night
into the light
Eyes,
bitter-sweet pain
departing Square One
on a ghost train
Copyright R. N. Taber 2014
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