RED: Gay Male
~By TheToshiCreature

          Summer camp dance.  Boys, girls.  Hips swinging.  Tight pants, peach fuzz, trying not to get caught grinding.  Beautiful people.  Sexy people.  Surrounded.  Him.  Always him.  Returning.  Flowing.  Swaying.  Rainbow belt.  Long hair.  Skater shoes.  Blond.  Purple jeans.  Friend.  Roommate.  Lover.  Loved.  Dancing.  Hands, large.  Muscle, smooth.  Hold, tight.  Music ends.  Home.  Sleep? No.  Him.  Crying.  Comfort.  Confusion.  Confession.  Kiss.  First kiss.  With him.  Best kiss.  Nervous.  Awkward.  Confusion.  Confessions.  Kisses.  Awkward.  Tender.  Caring.  Better.  Confident.  Trusting.  Hands.  Lips.  Fingers twined in his long blond hair.  Kiss.  Comfort.  “I love you”.  And we sleep.


ORANGE: Bisexual
~By Clara

How do you define this?
Man or Woman: both find their place in my heart.
People want me to choose.
To come to a definitive feeling.
But…Both excite me…Both enthrall me.
Both move me…
The smell of his aftershave,
A whiff of her perfume.
He whispers in my ear and I feel the tingling sensation writhe my back.
She glides her hands across my thighs and
I sift between the worlds.
I can sway with him or dance with her.
Why do I have to delineate a line,
Make up my god-damn mind.
Could I not be in limbo where I embrace both ways..


YELLOW: Asexual
~By Faradayrx

          People scramble like busy ants to identify themselves and name their territory.
          “Mine!” they say, “yours!”
          I feel odd that I’m not scrambling too.
          I like to take things slow and easy, looking at everything there is to offer but not really wanting much of it. It’s such a nice feeling to have empty pockets and empty hands as I walk through a bustling metropolis. This is like seeing the world through the eyes of a child, with just Mama’s hand to hold. But I’m a little too old for that last bit. In a sense, that was my coming out. I had to learn to embrace the world.
          “SEX!” people like to say and talk about. I like to just scratch my head and fidget with impatience.
          It’s not that I don’t understand what it means, or am too sheltered to appreciate its implications. The idea of it is appealing. I just happen to relate it to different things.
          Laughter is my orgasm, and my stomach is my vagina. The things that you put in there are tasteful and delightful, and what spreads within is pleasing warmth and good feelings. The act of sex, for me, is having a great conversation with someone, eating good food. Or running around Disneyland and eating all the junk food my sticky fingers can reach. Or even watching House on TV with friends, chugging Calpico and chowing down on popcorn with extra butter.
So people like to ask or assume that I’m offended by nudity or sexual references. If I’m one of those people who are like, “EEE, you NAKED! I can see your dangles and dongles! Put that shit away!” Hell no! Hey, we were born naked, we might as well live naked. So I got no problems with naked. In fact, there is beauty in nakedness that you don’t see amongst those covered in all their gilt finery and done-up hair and coats of face-paint. A warm elegance, a soft light that glows from within the skin. Am I aroused by it? Maybe I am, but it’s more like a fluttering in my heart for all those wonderful things we have, and often fail to appreciate.  
But the most important thing people like to ask me is, “So who do you like?” It is as if I have to choose, whether it’s a man, or a woman, or a transgender, or a hermaphrodite, or even a tree. Who? Who said I had to want one, or the other, or both? What if I want none? But…that’s not possible? Maybe I’m secretly harboring sexual fantasies with Edelweiss or Renee or (insert male name from crowd; “Hey man, what’s your name?”) or that guy over there? Mayhap, I’m just denying myself my innate pleasures and desires. But then you gotta think: out of several billion people on this planet, does every. single. one. of them have to have a preference? Maybe I’m one in a billion.  


GREEN: Lesbian
~By TheToshiCreature

          She holds me close in her arms.  “Mafinya,” she calls me.  “My fair one.”  I nestle closer, one arm wrapped around her stomach and my cheek pillowed on her breast.  Her skin is warm and soft and comforting.  I feel safe here, and loved.  Nothing can hurt me while I have her, while we love each other.  “Beware,” she says.  A smile blooms from my lips, and my heart bubbles with joy – beware is her secret promise to marry me someday.  Nothing feels so natural as the way our curves complement each other, fitting together like the perfect puzzle, nestled in each others’ arms and in each others’ hearts.  We have so much in common – our worship of Tolkien, our philosophical perspectives, our cycles, our quest to be taken as equals in a patriarchal society…  Sometimes I wonder how people manage to have healthy relationships with people so different from themselves.  It’s hard enough trying to understand my beloved, even with so much in common.  It’s nice to fit so well with her, though, emotionally, physically, and intellectually.  I tilt my head up to whisper in her ear, “I love you, Maruya”.  She gives me a squeeze, and kisses me.  Wide, slightly chapped lips, so soft, but full of passion.  We rub noses, and she whispers that she loves me, too, before I roll over and drift off into sleep, still cuddled close together with the woman of my dreams…


BLUE: Transsexual
~By TheToshiCreature

          I finally got my first surgery last month – a double mastectomy.  As soon as I heal, I’ll be able to go to the gym as myself, breathing naturally, instead of wearing a bra or binding the damned things down.  I’m feeling more at home in my body already, and tonight I’m going to a club for the first time in my life.  I may not pick up any chicks, but it’ll be cool to socialize while I can breathe and still be thought of as a guy.  As I stride downtown to the market, I suddenly get self-conscious because even though I’m packing, the prosthetic will only give a person the right idea at first, but when things start to get hot, I’m exposed….  That always seems to ruin the mood.  Technology keeps improving, though.  Maybe soon doctors will be able to take my vagina and turn it inside out to make me the man I always knew I was.  But for now, I’m where I am, and I’ve found a niche where people understand me and accept me as who I am, even though my looks are only halfway there as yet.


INDIGO: Heterosexual
~By Clara

          He walks through the door, tall and statuesque.
          As he strides toward me, I could feel the foundations of life give way to music. I can’t refrain from forming an ecstatic smile across my face. Enveloping me with his warm embrace, I feel all is right with the world. Holding his hands in mine, I count the number of ways I feel for him. He, is a man and I, a woman. We see the beauty in our opposing features. The curves of my hips countering his taut muscles.
          Just this, nothing more. Just me with him and him with me.


VIOLET: Pansexual
~By Clara

He-she, Him, She-he, Her.
A heart beats in all.
Organs do not matter to me as long as the movement moves me.
It’s a party that transcends gender…
Love to me, moves in many forms.
Man, Woman, Transsexual, Intersexual.
I have a connection with all.
Attraction does not exist within rigid definitions.
Attraction is what I feel with the soul.
He-she, Him, She-he, Her,
Genders do not captivate me, people do.


RAINBOW: Us
~By TheToshiCreature

          These seven monologues represent the different sexualities and transsexuality.  Each is written from the point of view of an individual of that orientation, elucidating their life perspective.  Red represents gay males.  Orange, bisexuals.  Yellow, asexuals.  Green, lesbians.  Blue, transsexuals.  Indigo represents heterosexuals, and violet pansexuals.  Together, we are the rainbow, a diverse population made more beautiful by the presence of individuals of all types.  We need to learn to respect each other, in our actions, in our words, and in our thoughts.  I now ask any in the audience to come forward to the mic who wish to make a pledge for something they will do and/or encourage others to do in creating an environment of acceptance for all people, of all orientations.