gay—
closeted
by force
not choice—
yes, a queen;
want to hear him scream
on the silver
screen?
boys
being boys
in the locker room;
the coach—
a fucked up
cockroach—
far worse.
phobia fellatio
from phobic fellows
upon
an actor
gay
written in
four finger-bladed horror
to be exactly that way—
gay—
a disposable
creative commodity
to be used,
abused,
thrown
a
w
a
y
.
but hey,
it’s another day,
decades away.
has Hollywood learned?—
or is it still
exploiting the bodies,
souls, talents of
queens
for screams?
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 20, 2026.
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This Macabre Monday:
DEVILISHLY DREADFUL
Valentine's Voice
on October 26, 2026
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Author:
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Good write T. Oh no, not Mondays! lol.
A most entangled mind twisting write. On the surface it seemed straight (well maybe not) Anyway the mention of Queen brought Freddy to mind and he was gay was he not (yes in his music and performance as well as sexuality) Then there was Freddy of the film (Well the other Freddy had a film as well) I mean the one from Elm Street, the steel fingered fellow. Both were disposable creative commodities but one died young and the other was preserved burned. A fun mind tangling write anyway my friend and the confusion of names like wordplay gets a fave
Maybe you could ask sorrenbarrets pussy? LoL I love the queen's they've usually got more style and glamour than they know!
A most deep and yet delightfully open piece my friend, many roads does it lead
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