1/ Thread: There’s a breaking and entering of the human soul afoot where a gay man can no longer say he loves men, a taking all the precious words and precious things. Burglars knocking over the old certainties, ripping up the histories in the tapestries on the wall.

2/ This is but one month in the calendar or criminals. There are fraudsters too with large contracts yet too small to hold all the bogus, complex words on them, there are addendum and codicils for their extra lies, heaped to unbalance the see saw and set you off reason

3/ These quick talking speakers of new words and new things. These men that lie about what you are and what you should be. These new words for old lies. These old tricks for new concepts. These undermining beguiling conceits to sway you from your core and your passions.

4/ These criminal blackmailers, who call you “genital fetishists” and would make you guilty of being yourself. This pack of bandits who would strip you down and take all you own that makes you you. This insatiable greedy thieves for whom no ransoms will ever be enough.

5/ This criminal conspiracy of slick talking word benders who by slight or hand make victims out of villains and make the strong seem weak. These inveterate liars in everything they do who must invert, reduce, distort, manipulate like a thousand Alice in wonderland potions.

6/ These guilty vagabonds who would steal from a man not just what he owns but all that he is and leave him an empty place with no courage or life to call his own. These conspirators who make liars of us all, forcing a protection racket compliance, a rictus grin of compliance.

7/ You can rob and intimidate and blackmail a soul and leave it in a state of slavery but you will never own it that way. You’ll keep it in sullen, resentful chains. Some of the brighter and stupider victims will repeat your words but you’ll never really own something you steal.