Emblarr

I wonder if Oscar Wilde was ever afraid to show his affection, or if he worried too that he might be followed to an alley and beaten up for being too queer. Walt Whitman seemed to be quite open about his love of men; did he look over his shoulder at night? Kit Marlowe was a raging homo; did ever come onto the wrong dude, and end up with a split lip and a black eye? If being a poet neutralises that awful, sinful faggotry, maybe I should publish. Next time a homophobe confronts me, I'll simply hand him my big gay poetry book.