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Men & Women

What if men had vaginas?
What if women had penises?
What if?
What if?
What if?

They do.
They do.
They do.
Right here
on this sacred earth,
where we will conquer hate
and men with vaginas
and women with penises
will be loved and accepted
… by even the transphobic
gay men and gay women
and also the hateful Christians.

Poems

Why Does The Queen?

Why does the queen

not sit on the throne?

The queen sits on a carpet

on the floor

with plebeians, peasants,

monks, witches, and shamans.

Why does the queen

not send armies into war

like the king?

The queen sends spices

and fruits to the villages

so the people can

make their food.

She sends instruments

so they can make music

to celebrate life

and lament their dead.

And wood so they can

warm their hearths.

Why does the queen

not take a king?

The queen makes other

queens.

History has had kings

enough.

Poems

In The Shower With The Future

In the shower in my hotel room

in Bangkok,

I listen to The Flaming Lips

“In The Morning Of The Magicians”.

It’s morning here and I’m getting

prepared to meet the CEO of

my company in an hour.

As the soft, warm water pours

down my silky skin,

and as I feel the song more and

more,

I begin to daydream of a woman

whom I’m falling in love with.

I start imagining how incredible

it would be to wake up with them

on a morning, every morning.

Then I just start crying out of joy

and tenderness.

Deep, soulful crying.

It’s like I can’t believe this

would be possible,

maybe not with the woman I was

daydreaming of.

I still believe morning moments

like that will happen.

I feel the depth, joy, and pain

of the future and of waiting for

the future,

and am thankful for

that spiritual moment in the shower

with that song.

Poems

The Other Side Of The World

I flew to the complete other side

of the world.

After two days there, I was able

to find something I’d been looking for

for 5 months in my home town.

That’s love and attention from

another woman.

To be touched. To touch.

To be savored. To savor.

To push gently. To be pushed upon gently.

To trust and give into. To surrender.

To take and do. To lesbian top…

in a tender, passionate, servant way.

A 23 year old Japanese university student,

based here in Bangkok,

with a sweet American girl name,

a self avowed domme (and a damn good one)

… this is who took my breath away

and made me cum my brains out from

sucking my tits and spanking my ass.

The journey and the waiting were worth it.

What is it that comes to those who wait?

Poems

Lesbian Witch

She is the first lesbian witch

who I have known.

Who I have loved.

Wanted very much so.

But I will never touch her.

For principle.

For reasons.

For learnings.

For loving my soul.

For loving

her soul and

our soul.

This soul.

The perimeter is everything.

Cast out everywhere.

Radiation. Reverberance.

Joy. Patience.

Acceptance how things are.

This is the kind of magic

that a lesbian witch weaves.

This is a spiritual love poem

that only high Sapphic love

could write.

So there, now I touch all

the women I love

… so holy, holy, holy.

Poems

Peni$-Pu$$y

My peni$ smells like pu$$y.

Good pu$$y.

Sweet pu$$y.

Again,

I’m talking about a peni$

my peni$, smelling like pu$$y.

And no, not because I

fkd a cisgender woman

with good, sweet pu$$y.

My peni$ smells like good

sweet pu$$y

because

I take female hormones

and I’m a woman

with a peni$.

You know,

womanliness wouldn’t fuck up

having a peni$.

Womanliness takes a peni$

and makes it actually ok, tolerable,

a real prized pony.

Poems

I Hung Around

I hung around a guy tonight.
He was really horny.
I was really horny too.
He was kind and cool,
and honestly,
pretty handsome.
I knew that should I want,
I could have him, we could fck.
I would know exactly what to do.
I know how to satisfy people,
anyone,
deeply,
pleasurably, heavenly.
But as I said,
he was a man,
so I had zero interest in him.
It’s moments like this that I know
I’m gay.
Horniness meets horniness.
It’s there for the taking.
But I do not take it, nor do I care.

And so I laid down in bed and
thought about women
and touched myself.

Poems

The Unnecessary Journey

Did you want to see my gonads?
I’m not real sure you do.
They’re really very weird looking,
like all male-born gonads
(in my own personal opinion).
After receiving female hormones
they’ve shriveled up a bit.
I’d even say they’re kind of cute now,
as cute as male-born gonads can be.
46 years ago
they started on a journey.
Ever since, they have come outside,
into the golden sunlight world.
And since, I’ve wish they’d go,
go back inside,
or maybe even go away completely.
They’re going to be removed
from my body soon,
so soon, their unnecessary journey
will end.