The Poet no longer cares what kind of prejudiced nomenclature
you use against him: he will no longer deny his nature.
And in his poems, he will not hesitate to declare the quality
of life, and the exquisite love, bestowed by Homosexuality.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
I write and post this now for young men, loseted, ashamed of their own Homosexuality (and considering that term as one of shame rather than excellence), might be helped by these poems to accept and enjoy their given natures.
J-Lore and Swedening: I am sorry for my cowardice.