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Intersectionalitydrivers, don’t botherMore Like This
to look out the side windows
when you get to the intersection
the police officer will direct you
press the pedal forward
to go in a straight line
the cop-compass knows all
Let your eyes follow his hands
because if you look away,
if you adjust your gaze,
start using your peripheral vision
you’ll realize that
these streets are not
one-way roads . . .
that your car has a secret magical power--
it can defy the compass
burn the lines of the map
because you can go
south to east
north to west
west to south
east to north
without earning a detention
and once you’ve seen that,
your eyes will wander more
you will see pedestrians walking
every one of them unique
but somehow all going
in small groups
in the same directions
like schoolchildren
playing follow the leader
in four teams
and if you look even harder
you will see
the unpaved portions of land
and remember
when the ground was free
not split into tarry factions
tricked into making war
with each other
if
I Don't Like BoysA Lesbian's LamentMore Like This
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Age six.
I just finished watching the
Hopelessly romantic movie "Beauty in the Beast".
I skip off to my dolls and play out a scene
Where Barbie and Ken get married.
Then, as children are prone to,
I lose interest and dump out some crayons on a table.
I scribble out a picture of me, my future husband,
And our children in a quaint country home.
This is how it is supposed to be.
This is the way I was taught.
This is what I was meant to do.
-
Age thirteen.
I read an ex-prostitute's account on attention issues,
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and sore insides.
I shudder with absolute disgust
And shove it
Asexual and HomosexualAs a Homosexual, I Can Understand Why an Asexual Can Be Jealous of MeMore Like This
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My friend and I are led to a table at Ruby Tuesday's.
I admire the pretty waitress as she gives us our menus.
"I am so glad we got together today!" I say.
"I am in terrible need of a rant! I'm so sick of being homosexual."
She hesitates for a second but then says,
"I need to rant, too. I'm tired of being asexual."
And so I begin.
"I can't date men.
The amount of people I can date goes down to 50%.
I can't date straight girls.
That's another 45% loss.
I can only date 5% of the population.
How in the world am I going to find dates?!?"
She tries to straigh
Toxicity To and Between GLBTQsShut Up by the Black Eyed Peas: [link]More Like This
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up
We try to persevere
But we still get stuck in pain
And we try to express pride
But we hate ourselves too much
And it's tiring
For trying to be role models
I think we're going crazy
"Ship yourself to an island," you know
"God hates your love,"
They judge before understanding our plights, you know
"It is unnatural," you know
Things that haters say and do
"I didn't raise you to be gross,"
"You're delusional," "Your choices are stupid,"
That's why it's so hard to come out peacefully
But that is not the only problem
We weren't
stopstopstopstop dreaming about this.More Like This
stop dreaming that you're about to fall
off the edge of the world, and they are
telling you to stop clinging
but if you stop clinging you will fall
,
stop caring that they are
disappointed in you
and are trying to pry
your fingers away
,
stop caring at all.
let your fingers slide against the wall,
scrape and break down the rough smooth edges
,
let the friction generate enough heat to
burn the building
burn the whole fucking thing down
i am not helpless
only hopeless.
i am nobody's whore but my own.
The Faerie FeyThe Faerie Fey.More Like This
Child, when you close your eyes at night,
To sleep, perchance to dream,
Do you wish to look on the Faerie Fey,
And to see what I have seen?
For in the hollow coppices,
Where iron barbs the trees,
There may the Faerie Fey be found,
Among the rusted leaves.
Would you wish to be a changeling child,
While lies enchant your heart,
And ribbons black entwine your soul,
Where metal leaves its mark.
For I have been with the Faerie Fey,
I have seen their love run deep,
I have seen their bitter twisted souls,
And the secrets that they keep.
On darkling nights of winter,
The Fey knight makes his stand,
And he rides for
Sta.sh
