Curing gay people? There's an app for that.

"Curing" gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people? Yep, there’s an app for that -- unless we can convince Apple to get rid of it.
A controversy is erupting around a new application for the iPhone that claims gay people can be "cured," and that gay kids should be put through therapy to "fix" their sexual orientation.
Believe it or not, Apple is providing Exodus International -- an organization that promotes "conversion therapy" to try to brainwash gay people into turning straight -- a platform on iTunes for their homophobic iPhone app. This, despite the fact that Exodus believes that LGBT people should be confronted with "spiritual warfare," and that "freedom from homosexuality" should be a societal goal.
Worse, Apple has given the Exodus app a 4+ rating on iTunes, labeling the app "non-offensive," even though the group tells gay kids that their sexual orientation is "immoral," "satanic," and in need of a cure -- factors that contribute to teen suicide.
The grassroots group Truth Wins Out has started a petition on Change.org , asking Apple to follow their own editorial standards -- and remove this dangerous "ex-gay" app from iTunes now. The more signatures they deliver, the more likely Apple executives -- like Steve Jobs -- will do the right thing. Click here to add your name.
Apple has been a strong ally to the LGBT community for years, even donating $100,000 to defeat California’s Proposition 8, the state’s ban on marriage equality. Just a few months ago, Apple actually removed another app from iTunes that labeled same-sex couples "immoral sexual partnerships."
Exodus International’s "ex-gay" app deserves to be pulled from iTunes as well. "Conversion therapy" has been universally condemned by every major medical and scientific organization around the world. The American Psychological Association, American Medical Association, and American Counseling Association have all rejected "ex-gay" therapy, saying that it results in catastrophic damage to the mental health of its victims.
Please click here to sign the petition to Apple executives, asking them to stand up for equality and remove this dangerous iPhone app from iTunes now:
http://www.change.org/petitions/demand-that-apple-remove-ex-gay-iphone-app?alert_id=YCfIuJlIhG_rXiUkHTPIV&me=aa
Thanks for joining us -- and sharing this petition with your friends on Facebook and Twitter. With your support, we know Apple will do the right thing.
- Eden and the Change.org team
P.S. We’ve got some wonderful news. Last week, more than 50,000 Change.org members signed an urgent petition in support of Nikki Peet -- the high school senior who courageously fought for a Gay-Straight Alliance group at her Corpus Christi, Texas, school -- and won! Under national and community pressure, Nikki’s school board voted to allow her group to establish a safe space for LGBT kids and their allies. On behalf of Nikki, thank you for taking a stand for kids and equality.

On a Dream

Frostbite is a feline mouth,
Pricks with delicate daggers.
Crawls on padded paws
Across muffled, yielding powder.

She claws at my door,
Scritch scratches and mews.
I stiffen, eyes wide, and wait
For her shadow to slither beneath the door.

But the bolt's in the wall,
I don't answer her call.
Instead, slip into silence,
Sink slowly into simple softness.

Daydream

An open rock,
Wide and flat
Drenched in afternoon Sun
I strip down
To my polka-dot underwear
And lie flat on my back
A photosynthetic starfish.

Saint Paul

Gasoline plumes
Fluid and white,
Disperse, greeting the city snow,
The city air,
With a caress.

Portland

Pink blossoms unfurl slowly,
Hesitant and hopeful.
Steady, strong blooms met with winter rain.

1

In the stomach of the earth
There grows something green
She's bound to give birth
Any day now.

Bubble over with mirth
And also with girth
While the lean beans
Break forth from the
Soil.

0

What a stupid way to be
Buried to your knees
With useless uncertainty
What a stupid way to be

What a senseless way to act
Covering your tracks
Wallowing in facts
When your abstract becomes cracked

What a sour face to flaunt
When zen turns into want
And old habits taunt
And haunt

And what a terse thing to write
After taking staggered flight
From trite fights that do ignite

We do recite
But now contrite
I bid thee goodnight.

Dust to Dust

The night time pendulum
Keeps swing swunging through stardust

The cosmic hands
Keep tick tocking
Grasping arthritic planets by their rings
and spinning them through
the clock maker's window.

He clears away the grime of the future
And sneezes,
Aggravating the misbalanced earth
Tipsy on her axis

Reaching into the stardust
He grasps the schizophrenic planet
By her ozone
And peers through her windows

Seeing we know not.

And the nighttime clock maker
Sinks into his twin sized bed and
Callls on soft sand
His cosmic eyes
Spinning through the grime of the future

Aggravated, he sneezes
And loses his balance
Tripping into the soft purple velvet
of accidental disintegration.

The Infinite Shower

Slippery soap suds
Sunlight streams through frosted glass
Shampoo, skin and smiles.

The Silent Chill Death

It's so very cold
In a house with no windows
In rooms with harsh overhead lights

Where socks do no good
And the winter seeps in through
The cracks in the walls, bleached white

The chilled ice sinks deep
Into fancies of sleepers
And burrows into ancient bones

And preys on the young
By plucking their tongues
Snatching voices where er' the wind blows

Glass Bottles

Lemon butterfly.
In a clear, blue bottle
Fluttering, sunshine glitter
On his wings.

Return.

If I could remember
The tender
Crocodiles' smile
How she engulfed me,
I might wait ...
To speak
To breath

But better worlds await us
In the glimmer of a turtles' gurgle
And I'm comforted by her leathery lips
Marbled shell

If only we could be
As good of company
As the speedy fruit fly

But I fear we are destined
For cheerful rebellion
Sharper miracles
And silver zebra beads.

Tunes

We don't know how
How to be cooler than cool
But we know how
How to pick a good groove

Gimmie some stumbling, silky blues
Or crackling, crumbling classical
Jumping, jiving jazz

Something I can tap my toes to
Hop a hoovercraft
Up to the clouds, looking
Down on
Jupiter

Billie Holiday crooning, baby.
She floats down to Andromeda
Into the fluffy
Star dust

She can hold her own
Angel voice, rollin' sweet like
Cinnamon sugar bagels
With extra cream cheese.

Scarlet

The Interior of the Heart

Gave me quite a start

When you said you would part

The seas

In order to be close

To the things you love most

A piece of buttered toast

And me.

Missiles

Missiles

Missed me

On my way to school.

Or did I miss the missiles?

Missed kissing the missiles?

Mr. Missile's fist missed my kisser by miles

My, Ms. Kissister, my sisterly child

Crystal missiles crying for kisses

So sorry, Ms. Kissister, my sister, wild with child

Mr. Missile misses my panoramic smile

That goes on for miles and miles and miles

And I miss missiles kissing

On my way to school

Don't miss me too much

My Crystal Missiles

Purple Poem

Lilac in the early spring

Plum purple wool socks

Drifting to sleep

Grapes and blueberries and cough syrup

Sticky finger paint on blank walls.

Early October

The snow is falling in thick, fluffy pieces
Blanketing my boulevard in soft death
The chill in my fingers
And the chill in my toes tell me that
Sleep came early this year
And it mean mittens and layers
Blankets and slippers
Cocoa and kisses and runny noses.

Brown Poem

Freshly turned soil

Chocolate zucchini cake

Those eyes

Slipping sleeping

Snoring sighing

Climbing trees.

The Cycle

What if it's like this,

"Our summer's at an end

Just as the october frost pierces morning glory flesh,

We are approaching our autumn."

September

And so it began

Our maples started to turn

The end of her world.