JACK BOOTS are not what you think!

First and foremost, people tell me I'm gay. At one point in my life I would have said, "“I am an American."” Those days are gone. In the eyes of the U.S. government I am un-American. My rights are less than that of a heterosexual. I am not recognized as a full and complete human being by this administration. I am not American. My country will not protect me from harm or the persecution of others who choose politics over life. The only places I can seek out understanding are gay ghettos like West Hollywood and the organizations that are located within. Instead of razor wire the city is protected by the understanding that you will not be recognized for who you are outside of the creative city’s boundary.
Perhaps there is help to the north. San Francisco perhaps I'd be more comfortable there? Jumping from containment camp to containment camp. There is no safety here in the U.S.A. for anyone who is gay or of color or female or... I could go on for hours.

If you rights are determined by what you do in the bedroom then something is wrong.
What goes on between 2 consenting adults is their own deal.

And do you ever get the feeling when you are filling out forms at the doctor'’s office and the question of marital status pops up, and you mark single, that single is their code word for gay?
Sorry I strayed from the point.

Under the Nazi version of what was referred to as "paragraph 175" gossip and innuendo were considered to be fact in regards to homosexuals. We in the United States seem to judge people in the same way. Our protective custody camps, our safe havens, our gay ghettos are not by chance but by design. Beware... the worst is yet to come.