Shaved Legs and All: LGBT Pogrom

Seizing Opportunity - Mizeta Moon 

I accepted the reality of Big Brother decades ago, so I’ve never allowed watching the puppet show to distract me from thinking about the puppeteer. From my lowly social position, I’ve never been privy to who actually calls the shots but understand that our elected officials work for them, not us. The salaries aren’t the major consideration in running for office–it’s the perks. The money spent financing a campaign is an investment in hope of future returns. While it’s true there are altruists in the world of politics, few of them make a big impact on our society. Most campaign money comes from people who believe in a candidate’s ideas or those with an agenda they expect to be realized by the elected. Recent events have shown how little consideration most elected officials have for the people they supposedly serve. Even while drafting legislation based on humanism, they insert other agendas into it that are designed to control our morals, freedoms, behavior and movements. Using the current crisis as an excuse to rescind certain constitutional guarantees will solidify the goal of turning this country into a theocracy where women’s right to control their reproductive health will disappear along with same sex marriage and any aberration from religion-based law. 

Personally, I’m glad I don’t believe that Jesus will save people from an invisible enemy. It keeps me from being delusional. Good safety and health precautions will dictate who lives or dies. Science, not faith will prevail. Meanwhile, church is cancelled, (lack of faith in Jesus’s healing power?) pastors are dying, and instead of begging God to intervene, medical professionals are the front line against the current boogey man. The little people are stepping up and shouldering the load while the puppet show drones on and on about how hard they’re working to save our world. The fact that many of them dumped their stocks instead of pledging money to food banks, the Red Cross and local charities is testament to their selfishness. It’s heartening that the few officials who really care are making their voices heard and doing all they can to rally support, but the power blockade in Washington thwarts the majority of their efforts. Maybe some of the bible thumpers who want to control our sex lives will get sick and discover why they should have supported disaster preparedness for everyone instead. It saddens me to think that only the death of someone they love might point out what the rest of us endure on a daily basis, but maybe their hearts are so hardened by avarice they’ll never embrace empathy and simply cut their losses and buy a new yacht. 

Though it’s true we’ve had our activities curtailed for good reason, it’s become a lesson in how a totalitarian regime works. Once this crisis passes another will follow and freedom will never be completely restored. Culling the herd and indoctrinating the young are only part of creating a caste system wherein the elite benefit from the labor of millions whose lives are meaningless. The greatest part of this process is mind control. Instilling the belief that we deserve our fate and that it has always, will always and should be this way. If we cannot change and grow, then what exactly is the point? Forcing women to continuously gestate cannon fodder or hands to push the wheel? Filling the world with more starving orphans? Killing each other so the war machine makes more money for the rich? 

I’m among the vulnerable by being a senior citizen with respiratory issues but hope to survive by using common sense. If I don’t, I leave behind a lifetime of work that could be considered incendiary and subject to deletion since my mind is unwilling to be controlled by the desires and beliefs of others. Whatever happens I will face each day with a smile and love for my fellow man. I don’t like a lot of them, but I don’t like rutabagas either. That doesn’t mean I would ever ask a farmer to not grow them. I, like Dylan Thomas, will not go gentle into that good night. Mizeta

Political Clout - By Mizeta Moon 

While it’s disheartening to see more and more anti LGBTQ legislation being enacted across the country, it’s equally disheartening to see people sit idly by and allow themselves to be marginalized. I don’t understand why the community I consider my comrades in arms allows their own prejudices to keep them from becoming a massive voting bloc that can prevent such hatred from becoming the law of the land. “We’re lesbians so we’re not interested in gay boys.” Hello! We’re all in the same boat that’s being pounded by religion-based artillery. “You’re hetero even though you dress like a girl so you’re not part of the gay agenda.” Hello again! Anyone not conforming to the WASP agenda is considered expendable. If we all voted for someone who’s openly not of the accepted persuasion (even if all of their plans didn’t please us), we would win hands down. If everyone in America came out of the closet at once we would be the majority. I’m not talking about just the sexual closet. I’m talking about people who care about others and are afraid to lose social status by speaking their minds. I’m talking about standing up to outdated thinking that’s retarding human evolution. I’m talking about free will instead of ideologic enslavement. 

LGBTQ rights are being stripped away because this generation doesn’t respect or understand how much pain and suffering went into the few freedoms we gained over the years. There was a time I could have gone to jail for wearing a dress. Two men or women kissing in public led to ostracism. Are we going to allow that stigma to be reattached to our existence? Are we so self-centered that we’ll ignore each other until it’s too late? Once laws go on the books, they’re hard to erase. Those with an agenda to eradicate the LGBTQ community rely on complacency and lack of solidarity to further their goals and embed religious dogma into legislation. 

It amazes me that women can support misogyny and vote for rapists, abusers and chauvinists while their rights are being stripped away. It amazes me that any member of the LGBTQ community can support candidates who promote racism or sexism and oppose same sex marriage and child adoption. What’s happened? Have we truly become a nation of sheep unwilling to declare ourselves different? Do we no longer take pride in our individuality? I don’t speak for anyone other than myself but I’m happy to let my freak flag fly proudly and prominently in the face of all derision. My dog dropped out of the race due to lack of support but I’ll gladly support anyone who represents the possibility of shedding this shroud of confinement we’re being forced to wear. It would be easy to use the excuse that one vote doesn’t count. While that might be true, millions of votes backing open-minded people whose souls haven’t been sold will and do make a difference. 

Hitler executed hundreds of thousands of homosexuals and the citizenry waved flags and cheered. Please help stop this cycle of madness. I may be hetero, but I dress like a girl, am a girl in my heart and have no plans to be gay. If you keep holding that against me then we’ll never stand united against the onslaught of conformity. I don’t want to be bland. Do you?   Love Mizeta

Shaved Legs and All - By Mizeta Moon 

LGBT Pogrom

By Mizeta Moon


I volunteered to be the first one executed because I didn’t want to watch my brethren die. Witnessing their frailty be surrendered to the brutality of hate was a sight I couldn’t face. Blood sickens me. Possibly watching rivers of it flow and being helpless to stop it pummeled my sensibilities. 

Armed warriors came for us at night and herded us into vans that carried us blindfolded to unknown destinations. Chains bit into our skin. Our cries for aid and sympathy fell on deaf ears. We’d been targeted for extinction by a zealous xenophobic society that considered itself more worthy of existence than us. Though we considered ourselves harmless and them misinformed, we became their victims as hatred overwhelmed reason. 

As we starved in filthy facilities, we learned that people were being accosted on the street, swelling our numbers and making conditions worse. We were appalled that family members would sentence parents, offspring, or siblings to agony beyond imagination. At first, I wondered why they didn’t kill us right away, but soon realized mass execution required a totally brainwashed populace and strenuously managed release of information. There were still a few people with a heart left in the world. They were the only thing standing between us and wholesale slaughter. Debate raged in the country while more of us were crammed together, making it easy to dispose of us all at once, but in the end, sympathy waned and they prolonged the torture. In lines, we shuffle towards our doom, bound by suffering more than chains. 

The killing fields are composed of sand that absorbs our blood and will never know our names. I wasn’t the first one chosen. Now my tears flow while my heart breaks and I await my turn to die. My empty stomach churns with anger while my mind questions why. 

A pat on the shoulder as you pass a friend. A hug when it’s needed. Maybe that’s all it takes to make the world a better place. Love, Mizeta.