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You are scared. Your eyes flutter, vertigoed consciousness careens toward you. Upside down in your spacecraft you are suspended by a tangle of straps. The eyes of your dead crewmen stare stupidly at damaged instrument panels. You crawl out of the wreck and onto a strange orange soil and you gaze at the three alien moons and you long for something familiar. You are very, very far from home. Time passes, you do not know how much, and you scream and scream but there is no response. Just a tremendous silence that expands in your mind and starts driving you insane. You decide to kill yourself. You will walk the vast expanse until you can walk no farther and then you will quietly lie down until the silence stops. Exquisite pain shoots though your aching legs with each step, but you are elated, for you know each inch traveled of this empty world brings you closer to your ecstatic annihilation. Your travels bring you to a strange forest. But unlike trees from home, the citizens of this odd forest consist of large, flesh colored stalks that you find to be the most beautiful things you have ever seen. You tentatively approach one and touch it. Thin, feminine tendrils twist you into its embrace. But you are not afraid. You are thirsty. And hungry. And lonely. And this strange sighing, singing flesh stalk so alien but so familiar sluices forth milk from tender nipples that blossom open like an avocado and you drink. And drink. Each sip transforms you. You are saved. Your longing for home is turned into a deep appreciation of the moment, of this place, of this beautiful selfless creature and her devotion to you. Like a mother. You call her Mother, and she sighs, and her song is a lullaby, and her milk a narcotic, filling your mind with nothing but thoughts of love and comfort and beauty. You are nursed by her. A devoted bond forms between you and her, as powerful as one between mother and child, as passionate as one between husband and wife. You live together in bliss for many years… You are dead. You have lived a long life filled with love and meaning. You have enjoyed a companionship unprecedented in the universe. Lucky for you, you die never knowing that that weird tree thing was a dude, dude; and that white stuff you’ve been gulping down for the last 40 odd years sure wasn’t milk. You are Gay.
Date Written: January 29, 2007
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