singing a song that would someday sound different:
only later did i learn the name of the band:
which word modifies? which word holds its ground? does this man know?
how about the young evangelists next to him?
the four of them argued endlessly, and my own past inevitably nudged me towards the adolescent degenerates rather than the uptight homophobes:
but still, i couldn't help but recognize that the men in shirts and ties will inevitably prevail so long as the exchange is conducted on the basis of hostility. the uptight homophobes are older, more experienced, and by berating them, the teenagers were doing little more than honing their opponents' skills of argumentation. for the teenagers it was a lark, fifteen (thirty at most) minutes spent in empty rebellion. for the uptight homophobes, however, it was further proof of their absurd, misguided notion that their religious proclivities are subject to persecution.
i was once like the teenagers, but now i take my cues from this woman:
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