lily

My friend Died of Aids not too long ago, I still have dreams of him reading me fairy tales, Like his life should have been maybe, fuck you and your disease.
He died real slow. skin slowly sinking in. My prince charming, Before he died he would do outreach work and talk to people on the streets about his disease and try to get them to sign petitions. Sometimes they wouldn't shake his hand. Sometimes they'd call him a dirty faggot, I'd be clutching my knife in my pocket, But when we'd walk away he'd just talk to me about ignorance and patience.
I'm having a hard time being patient with ignorant people right now, I mean we all have to deal with it all the fucking time but sometimes are harder than others, Sometimes i think my life has been so fucked and crazy that i have a complete inability to relate to anyone let alone be patient with them.
I have bruises all over my legs from climbing the poles at work and i hate the concept of stripping but when i'm on stage, all those fuckers are looking up at me, watching me dance, and my music starts playing and it's kind of like catharsis, If you see dancing as an artform and money floats all over the stage and i steal pieces of their thoughts from their heads and i smile.
LOve, LIly