In my nightmare I found myself nude in bed, and I was looking at a
mirror on the ceiling, and I discovered that I am a Negro, and I'm
circumcised!
Quickly I sat up, found my pants and looked in the pockets to find my
driver's license photo and it was that same color, black. I felt myself
being very depressed, downcast, sitting in a chair. But it's a
wheelchair!
That means, of course, besides being black and Jewish, I'm also
disabled! I said to myself, aloud, 'This is impossible! It's
impossible that I should be black and Jewish and disabled!'
'It's the pure and holy truth', whispers someone from behind me.
I turn around, and it's my boyfriend. Just what I needed! I am a
homosexual, and on top of that, with a Mexican boyfriend.
Oh, my God ... Black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend,
drug addict, and HIV-positive! Desperate, I begin to shout, cry, pull
my hair, and oh, nooooo ... I'm bald!
The telephone rings; it's my brother. He is saying, 'Since mom and
dad died, the only thing you do is hang out, take drugs, and lay around
all day doing nothing. Get a job, you worthless piece of crap .... any
job!'
Mom? Dad? Nooooo .... Now I'm also an unemployed orphan! I try to
explain to my brother how hard it is to find a job when you are black,
Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, are a drug addict, HIV
positive, bald, and an orphan, but he doesn't get it.
Frustrated, I hang up. It's then I realize I only have one hand!
With tears in my eyes, I go to the window to look out. I see I live
in a shanty-town full of cardboard and tin houses! There is trash
everywhere..
Suddenly I feel a sharp pain near my pacemaker ... Pacemaker?
Besides being black, Jewish, disabled, a fairy with a Mexican
boyfriend, a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, an
invalid with one hand, and having a bad heart, I live in a crappy
neighborhood. At that very moment my boyfriend approaches and says to
me, 'Sweetie pie, my love, my little black heartthrob, have you decided
what you are going to wear to Washington to see Obama?
Say it isn't so! I CAN handle being a black, disabled, one armed,
drug-addicted, Jewish homosexual on a pacemaker who is HIV positive,
bald, orphaned, unemployed, living in a slum, with a Mexican boyfriend,
but please,Oh dear God, please don't tell me I'm a Democrat too !
mirror on the ceiling, and I discovered that I am a Negro, and I'm
circumcised!
Quickly I sat up, found my pants and looked in the pockets to find my
driver's license photo and it was that same color, black. I felt myself
being very depressed, downcast, sitting in a chair. But it's a
wheelchair!
That means, of course, besides being black and Jewish, I'm also
disabled! I said to myself, aloud, 'This is impossible! It's
impossible that I should be black and Jewish and disabled!'
'It's the pure and holy truth', whispers someone from behind me.
I turn around, and it's my boyfriend. Just what I needed! I am a
homosexual, and on top of that, with a Mexican boyfriend.
Oh, my God ... Black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend,
drug addict, and HIV-positive! Desperate, I begin to shout, cry, pull
my hair, and oh, nooooo ... I'm bald!
The telephone rings; it's my brother. He is saying, 'Since mom and
dad died, the only thing you do is hang out, take drugs, and lay around
all day doing nothing. Get a job, you worthless piece of crap .... any
job!'
Mom? Dad? Nooooo .... Now I'm also an unemployed orphan! I try to
explain to my brother how hard it is to find a job when you are black,
Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, are a drug addict, HIV
positive, bald, and an orphan, but he doesn't get it.
Frustrated, I hang up. It's then I realize I only have one hand!
With tears in my eyes, I go to the window to look out. I see I live
in a shanty-town full of cardboard and tin houses! There is trash
everywhere..
Suddenly I feel a sharp pain near my pacemaker ... Pacemaker?
Besides being black, Jewish, disabled, a fairy with a Mexican
boyfriend, a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, an
invalid with one hand, and having a bad heart, I live in a crappy
neighborhood. At that very moment my boyfriend approaches and says to
me, 'Sweetie pie, my love, my little black heartthrob, have you decided
what you are going to wear to Washington to see Obama?
Say it isn't so! I CAN handle being a black, disabled, one armed,
drug-addicted, Jewish homosexual on a pacemaker who is HIV positive,
bald, orphaned, unemployed, living in a slum, with a Mexican boyfriend,
but please,Oh dear God, please don't tell me I'm a Democrat too !
