Gay sex apps
and those other
gay apps that
promote themselves as
dating apps that
are anything but
promote false realities
they market themselves
to the horny
desperate and lonely
they parade pics
no bigger or
better than postage
stamps of men
looking for immediate
intimacy and maybe
even money sometimes
are Petri dishes
toxic little environments
in which then
introduce predators and
bullies as bacteria
and when one
someone like me
comes in and
tries to defend
I’m thrown over
the wall excommunicado
for just trying
to bring back
civility and respect
to the tar
pits so many
see as salvation
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Speak
I’m a defender
and a protector
I stick up
for little guys
I take shots
so that others
don’t have to
because I know
I’ll get up
I always have
and always will
I say the
hard things the
truths that most
won’t or can’t
I never enjoy
it saying it
but it needs
to be said
and not just
thought about wished
away or forgotten
so is my
mantel my moniker
my burden and
my humblest privilege
he who speaks
Beaning
They like you
my readers do
I do too
which is why
I write you
besides the fact
that I think
about you and
I think that
they should too
because you are
really that special
and that maybe
after all this
you will finally
believe it too
Pluck
It’s always the pluck
that seems to resonate
and never the strike
or even the stroke
but just the pluck
even though all happen
upon strings thought tuned
but upon being plucked
and before being played
and certainly ever enjoyed
that very first pluck
informs just about everyone
the musician the instrument
and even the audience
whether or not any
music is ever made
Well
When I was
young there was
a dry well
into which I
would throw stones
that would land
with a clunk
when I returned
to the well
in my thirties
it had gained
some water and
the stones would
then splash loudly
and now when
I go to
the same well
it has gained
so much water
that indeed ducks
splash about it
and my stones
land with deep
kerplunks disappearing down
into its darkness
now whether the
well gained depth
from my stones
and some water
or more water
and some stones
doesn’t really matter
what matters is
that it did
and that now
it is what
it was supposed
to be well
