R - Am I Right?

I commonly hear that I am

unnatural, sinful, and, heck,

even evil.

It buries in and bits, but

I can’t help to disagree.

When I kissed a girl,

it felt unnatural and forced.

That whole peg in a square

hole thing.

But,

when I kissed another man,

I felt the rhythm of two

heart beats sink into a

pattern only Beethoven

could dream of.

As we explored the depth

of another soul, I

felt a shard of my tattered

existence lift into the

starry night sky.

Our long talks dived into

the intricacies of my inner

being as he succumbed to the

power of unity.

When I fall under attack

for my sinful ways,

I always ask:

How could this

not be right?