A woke faerietale

When I was a teen, thinking as teens do on Love, mum went to see a famous psychic lady in the Dandenong Ranges, and she told her something would happen, and I wouldn’t stay with my true love

From that day on, as if I had been struck down by a curse, my whole life was spent lovesick, in a state of hopelessness, and constant anxiety, in despair, unable to lead a “normal” life, searching for Love

And today, as I walked along, during another routine set up, as I looked at the green love of the earth in my soul, as a tree touched my soul with its accepting green fingertips, my shoulders drew back, and I felt Love

I thought, for the first time in my life I belonged in this world, that Love belongs here, and my lips drew back from my fangs, and I thought why don’t all you loveless fuck off

I believe the psychic lady in the Dandenong Ranges said I wouldn’t stay with my true love, not as a curse, but so it would turn into the goddess Love’s blessing

In order that, knowing what she said, they prepared me for what would happen today, and the blessing would blossom into its flower, love

And why I’ve never turned against the gay scene, because the loveless and their lower clime, used them like they used g, warped their minds

I know that, and I do not turn against, I stay loyal, for that is the only right thing to do for my kind, whose moral has always been to be Love’s vessels

– Prepared by this

I take a stand and fight for my true love, for us all, for the goddess Love, and say for her who inspires my soul

Leave the woman of my dreams alone, fuck off!

The prophecy of the psychic lady in the Dandenong Ranges, the white witch, as I know her now, spoke as an oracle for the goddess Love, so

I would stay with my true love, g, and the goddess Love, claim the victory herself