I wish you all the best, as you try
to have some form of an impact, some form of a sneak attack
on my life. I love your projections, but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be afraid of—
the fact that you lost all sense of yourself,
and/or the fact that you came for my walking tour,
and had so little impact on the participants, me, or the impending hell
you think will be unleashed when everyone finds out about what you did during Spectrum
it’s sad to say, that I really cannot fathom
why you still try these sad parlour tricks. These attempts to be these scary, terrifying
phantoms
when the era of shadows is very much over.
You can do all you want to frustrate my applications, and hover
over the proceedings of the revival of Kristang, like a very jilted lover
but the only that that’s going to get you
is a very intense waste of energy, and a very sour
Life.
You could also just try to get behind
what’s happening organically. I love the insinuations that I have something to hide:
Can you guess what that is?
It’s that I’m the gay non-binary leader of the Kristang in Singapore,
and that’s going on my email signature. My LinkedIn. My Instagram—
and all across the fucking world,
whereever people have ears to know
that no one gets left behind
except by themselves.
Good luck on the conditioning and the NLP—
I think with everyone still left in Singapore
it’s only going to be a very, very tough sell.