being gay nowadays is so fashionable that I have also fallen into its lure:
sometimes, secretly I wish I were a gay man.
The problem is that being one I would also fall into my own trap: I would be in love with myself: with my trendy way of being momentarily cool.
But why not?
Wait a second. Why all this fascination?
Aren't we all the same like songs continously tell us?
Why is then that dual response the norm?
Do we really need either to love or to hate randomly chosen people?
Cannot we just accept?
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