The Scarlet Numbers 4.4.13
I can never think about early April without thinking about Cobain.
Growing up Nirvana was my oxygen. My nutrients were consumed through my headphones and my idols smashed the instruments they used to create life with.
Do you know what the suicide rate is for homosexuals? I wish I weren’t so lazy, I’d get up out of the bathtub and google it.
I have a theory that Kurt Cobain was a closeted homosexual who lived in constant fear of being “outed” by his livid wife, his new guitar player, or old friends back from Washington. It drove him mad, his telltale heart hidden under the billboards, thumping louder and louder and he just couldn’t stand the thought of being exposed
Not as a drug addict or a bad father
but as an alien
terrified of his own territorial pissings.
When will the anti-gay cliche go away?
Not in his lifetime. Not in ours.
So many people out there secretly suffer. They hide behind closed doors,
terrified of pride.
Others are proud of themselves, some shunned by their own tribes,
made to think that the air you breathe is some kind of choice.
all babies are born gay.
From birth to puberty we wage war against our opposing gender, until one day we are finally allowed to climb up into that treehouse with the “no girls allowed” sign taken down. We fall in love with our sworn enemies, but some stay behind the bushes with their slingshots
Adults drop their weapons
and surrender to nature
so forget the ozone
fear the rainbow
If everyone in this world were gay humanity would only last one generation.