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Canadian Blood Services Would Rather Let You Die Than Receive Blood from Gay Donors

The link between HIV and homosexuality was thoroughly disproven in the ‘90s yet CBS will not let any man who has had sexual intercourse with another man within 1 year donate blood. HIV doesn’t leave the blood after one year and affects men women and children of any age or sexual orientation.

Would you rather die than get blood from a homosexual donor? CBS has taken that choice from you. There is no shortage of donors or blood, in fact CBS turns them away on a daily basis on unscientific and clearly homophobic grounds. There is more than enough blood to save everyone that needs it but CBS sticks to outdated and discriminatory policies. If anyone you know has died of blood loss its because CBS is vetoing over 5% of the population who could potentially donate. This homophobic and unscientific process has led to the deaths of thousands of innocent people in the guise of public safety. We need policy change NOW.

Enough lies about blood shortages when you won’t accept healthy donors. They would rather let people die and continue their pseudoscientific anti-gay policies. Test the blood. If it contains blood borne diseases then veto it. If not then it should go to save lives and those responsible for this policy should be fired and have their licenses to practice medicine revoked.

This is a follow up to an article I wrote while still in college seven years ago. CBS employees I spoke to promised change “in the near future.” There have been no policy changes in nearly a decade. This amounts to little more than judicial murder backed by doctors who seem to either be unable to understand how blood borne viruses work or have personal issues with gay people. In either situation they need to be replaced by doctors who are able to do their jobs without prejudice, which CBS has proven they cannot.

-Jack Blare

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Elegy for a Dead Black Angel

Take a walk on the wild side

New Jersey

Mom caught you

Naked with the neighbour boy

They locked you up

To shock the queer out of you

They killed their son

Wiped your memory clean

Filled it up with new, wholesome trauma.

Hopped a bus to New York City.

Turned tricks for a university tuition

A writer with an electric guitar

And a welsh viola player

In a lower east side bar.

They started a rock and roll band

Worked all day in factory

For your visionary artist-boss

Shooting speed

And heroin on film

to capture the artist essence

of capitalist america.

You told your boss to fuck off.

You told the band to fuck off.

You roamed the streets of New York

A scavenger, a real rock and roll animal

with black sunglasses and anything goes.

You shook the stage with the Starman.

You butchered your guitar

It sounded beautiful..

You became noise

Immortality in the locked groove of a record.

Jack Blare, 2016

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Anyone Can Win

Suns going down and the moon rises bright

Into the heart of this star struck night

I once had something you could call love

Now its just a memory fading up above

My junkyard eyes dance on your perfect skin

Sometimes its harder to lose

‘cause anyone can win

Morning arrives, the knife drawn at dawn

Tired sick and weak but still going on

Sucker for love, junkie for sin

Sometimes its harder to lose

‘cause anyone can win

Easy its easy

so easy its easy

Easy so easy

I wish it was so easy

But its not so easy

To be a loser

When everybody wins

Jack Blare, 2014

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Garage Youth

Things have fallen apart

I have frozen my own heart

We’ve lost touch with reality

Blinded and divided so dark I cannot see

And oh its no use

Hiding under this little roof

did you finally find all the proof?

We were just kids living

the garage youth

Drunken nights and days so high

Didn’t care if I lived or died

Nothing now is here to stay

Just smoke and hope that things’ll be okay

But oh its no use

hiding under this little roof

did you finally find out the truth?

We were just kids living

the Garage youth.

Jack Blare, 2015

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Seen & Disbelieved

No sense of time, just drifting like dour smoke from obligation to obligation. Barely take anything in. Girl comes, girl goes. See the doctor, go to the funeral, greet the family. Make society proud. Beyond this is nothing. I can’t see ahead and don’t want to. I’m neither here nor there and all answers are merely preprogrammed responses to typical questions.

“Thank you. I’m doing fine.”

It all makes me sick. Best not to bother. I see only through a glass darkly now.

-Jack Blare, 2016

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