No offense intended, I always thought it simply meant "I'm Guilty". If by some ultraPC definition of bigotry, I qualify by virtue of the views espoused in my writings, so be it. Big whoop. I know my heart, and there ain't no shame in my game:
I once lived on Christopher Street in the West Village of NYC (a rather famous gay thoroughfare--ok it was with a lovely actress, but anyway . . .) I shared my Soho loft with a gay man for a summer, I grew up in and now live in a very diverse neighborhood that includes gays and blacks (and some gay blacks--oh my! double Karma Koupons!), I ran a soup kitchen for the homeless for 3 years, cooking, serving and often buying the food myself, I've tutored scores of underprivleged kids, love traveling and learning about other cultures, began my career as a singer working in jazz clubs where I was the only white person present for months, my black neighbors love and look after me, and I them, a gay crack addict from down the street occasionally comes and sits on my front porch with me and we talk about "life 'n shit", I once raised over $300,000 to benefit a organization (New York Cares) which serves the poor, and AIDS sufferers, among many other worthy causes . . . I'm a Libra and love a good cheeseburger. . .
I'm not only a bigot, but also a racist, and a sexist, and because I know and own my shadow, I feel compelled to love others even more.My work doesn't forgive my sins, but in my mind it buys me the right to speak my truth as I see it. |
