Queer Music

They lived across from each other on and off the center floor dorm hall, both on the much discussed controversial LeftWing side. Yang perused Yin's CDs, "I see you like that ***** music, Elton John and Luther VanDross and George Michael. I didn't notice that before." Yin responds quietly calmly amused: First, I don't believe music is gay or straight, but most everything wave-linear co-related in-between harmonic and dissonant, diminished and replenished. Lyrics may be wavey ***** or straight-line predictable but usually flow well either spiraling way telling co-relating creation stories of nature's neural positives and negatives surfing back and forth in and out before and after here and there now and then and yet to climax polypathic health as polyphonic wealth. But, Second, Feels to me all music, maybe all muses, are ***** when I think holistically about it, us, them, verbally thought and non-verbally felt, internally touched By a rhetorical moment we curiously know as music without noticing how radically unlikely regenerative processes compassionate evolutions could ever reproduce such homo-ingenious sounds, rhythms, patterns, colors, textures, stories, epic original empathic creations and co-empathic octaved recreations within such a LeftBrain heterosexual white privileged RightWing capitalistic narcissistically greedy UnQueer Line Marching Against the Great Historic/Futuristic muse and prophets of unboxable harmony, despite dissonance, resonance, despite fading resilience of Baby Xers, polyphonic yin-mused light, despite polynomial not not climate of touch and feel polyphonic dualdarkness. Meanwhile Yang couldn't hear too well since opening the window facing spring listening to a cranked up RocketMan, while athletically dancing to hot not unqueer music, and Yin's ears swayed tenderly after and before ***** musing straight talk.