Are you certain? See, I happen to be an athiest.
I also happen to be queer. I also happen to like the House of Blues.
Do you know who happens to hang around the House of Blues?
Haters. But why do Haters happen to show up at the House of Blues,
An establishment that just happens to support Unity In Diversity?
Why, it is an almost ironic occasion that they-- why they--
would just happen to choose such an establishment?
That would be because their appearance just happens to be no coincidence.
People who are queer and out are always open to treachery.
To violence, to hate, to misunderstandings, to battles.
I have to be prepared not only to be hated by bigots,
But to also face the slings and arrows of men
With burning hearts and steaming fists.
Cisgendered men alike will often end up in struggles
Which seem for almost no reason at all.
It, apparently, is just part of being a man,
And that just happens to be who I am.
To run and scream and flail one's arms in the air
Is to take the weak approach and flee.
Many would think me a woman in a woman's body
Pretending to be a man who is pretending to be a woman.
That is not the path I would wish to take,
as I feel I am not pretending at all.
It would be reverse reverse reverse psychology
To pronounce myself as weak and effeminate.
I seek a body that matches my inner self,
And though my inner self be a runner,
My inner self also be one who stands his ground.