“Stop
pussyfooting around! Address your sexuality!”
“Okay. Hello, My
Sexuality!”
In my senior year
of high school, I wrote a poem about being gay. I’m not sure what prompted me
to write it, nor am I sure what prompted the teacher to read it aloud to the
class. My girlfriend at the time found it amusing. I’m well aware that plenty
of people who’ve met me through the years question my sexuality. I’ve been happily
and heterosexually married now for 17 years; that’s the important thing.
Bedtime Story
© 1994 Brian
Hutzell
Sorry, not
tonight.
I’m tired; I have
to rest
I couldn’t enjoy
it; my mind is too stressed
Please don’t be
upset that I’m not in the mood
But follow me
into my room
I can’t stop
thinking about the problems of the day
I need something
to take my cares away
Stay: Tell me a
bedtime story
Won’t you
stay--Treat me like a little boy
Stay: Tell me a
bedtime story
Please
stay--Treat me like your little boy
Don't excite
me--keep your voice low
Rub my back nice
and slow
Let your story
just evolve
Give it a happy
ending--problems solved
Sleep descends on
the tale you create
Then let life
imitate
Stay: Tell me a
bedtime story
Won’t you
stay--Treat me like a little boy
Stay: Tell me a
bedtime story
Please
stay--Treat me like your little boy
In the morning,
all is new
I remember
nothing except you
Maybe this
evening, you can come again
This is a private
club, but I’ll let you in
Stay: Tell me a
bedtime story
Won’t you
stay--Treat me like a little boy
Stay: Tell me a
bedtime story
Please
stay--Treat me like your little boy
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