Summer Gays

They're on the pier, sweat glistening,
Oiled and tan, bulging muscles,
Insecure and fragile.
Afraid of not being perfect.

They're in the burbs, painting and gardening,
Cooking and barbecuing,
Fearful and silent.
Afraid of standing out, being noticed.

They're in the bath houses and sex clubs,
Pumping and groaning,
Hiding and hating.
Afraid of loving themselves.

They're in the offices,
Talking sports and business,
Bringing "friends" to the office party.
Afraid of losing their jobs.

They're in the church,
Praying and singing,
Hurting and confused.
Afraid.

We're everywhere,
And despite the fear,
Hurt, hatred and confusion,
We're still here.
We're still queer.
Get used to it.