The Homo of Venice.

". . . I am a Homo.

Hath not a Homo eyes? Hath not a Homo hands, organs,

dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with

the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject

to the same diseases, heal’d by the same means,

warm’d and cool’d by the same winter and summer,

as a Hetro is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you

poison us, shall we not die?"

The Merchant of Venice has always been one of my favourite Shakespearean plays. It’s funny how profound Shakespeare’s words still are  even when you simply change a few words. That’s the thing I love about Shakespeare, his themes are forever universal. Homos are no different then hetros, Jews are no different to the Christians, and the list goes on and on. At the end of the day, we’re all just humans, you we hurt and love the same way. Accept the fact that I am me and you are you, and in that we are equals!

Suspicion.
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Author: Chad St James

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