LIKE CHASED ANIMALS...

Like chased animals frantically running to escape the visible
corrals, we have been chased away from our haven, our freedom. In fearful
flight, we have run in every direction left open to us, not knowing that each
direction, each escape route, carried us even more deeply and securely into the
clutches of their madness. Each "escape" has been nothing but a
delusion, enabling the hunter's noose to pull itself ever more tightly around
all memory of who we are as spiritually-grounded homosexuals. Because we
thought they were sure escapes, with each misguided flight we became more
comfortable with our distance from self and our transmogrification into an
inferiorized alien being.