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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

Dykes Don’t Give Up

Dykes. Dykes don’t give up.

We are loyalty, commitment,

acts of service, follow through,

and attention to detail.

Femmes can be dykes.

Butches are commonly dykes.

Transmen and transwomen are dykes too.

We’re not like straight women,

or bi women, or queer women.

Dykes are patient.

Dykes are open and transparent.

Some dykes might be polyamorous,

but they’re open and honest about

who they love

and what they do with people.

You will almost always know how a

dyke thinks or feels about something.

Dykes are straight shooters.

Dykes speak truth to power if and

when needed.

Dykes are anti-authoritarian and

anti-hierarchal.

Dykes don’t live in fear.

Dykes are kind and celebrate kindness.

Dykes live in light and they believe in

bringing that light to others.

Dykes actually mix well with all

types of people (except for bigots).

Dykes have tended to the trauma of

patriarchy, worked out a lot of stuff

on the path to liberation, and dykes

are here… to set the world free.

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Estrogen In The Morning

I take my estrogen in the morning
as I prepare for my daily judgment.

The lover who will not commit.
The child who furls at me confusingly.
The parade of exclusions from
cisgender women —
silently they say,
“you’re not one of us”.

Why would I do this?
Terraform my body from a
handsome man to a colorful woman.
Why?
So many things stand against me.

Because I
Because I
Because I
believe in the power and the presence
of femininity.
I feel it in my mind, my body, my blood,
and my soul.

Through the feminine I act,
not the feminine aspiring for the masculine,
lusting for patriarchy’s privilege,
no not through this,
but through the dismantling of privilege
and the appetite for it.
This is the feminine
and it is how we will change this
primitive, primitive world.

And this is why I take my pills.

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As A Woman #2

As a woman
I’m learning
to apologize
over every little thing
and notice how other women
apologize for inane things too…
like sorry for turning the light on too quickly
sorry for cooking too much food,
sorry for placing ketchup on the wrong area
of the plate for a kid,
sorry for having a rough day.
Sorry, sorry, sorry,
I’ll try again, I promise. Tomorrow.
I apologize.

Thankfully though,
as a woman
I’m also learning
that it is absolute bullshit
for us to be apologizing all the time
over passengerless, stupid shit.

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As A Woman #1

As a woman
I am learning
to be deprived of my
emotional needs.
Though, still I say them. I show them.
I’m transparent about them.
Sometimes I infer or hint at them,
but I don’t hide them,
because that’s what women do
and how we live.
It’s almost always obvious
to others when
we’re “off” or “shaken”.
Because of course, we’re “weak”
or not strong enough to lift
the heavy stones to build those walls
around ourselves.
And so we endure being left
by both male and female lovers
to be loved underwhelmingly
and from that some of us learn
to love ourselves, others, and the universe
very deeply.