Fuck Yeah Queer Poetry!

• 2012-06-02 48 notes

  Does it Matter?

  fersobetutti:

  My parents asked if I am gay

  I said, “Does it matter?”

  They said, “No, not really”

  I told them, “Yes”

  They said, “Get out of our lives”

  I guess it mattered.

  
  

  My boss asked if I am gay

  I said, “Does it matter?”

  He said, “No, not really”

  I told him, “Yes”

  He said, “You’re fired, faggot”

  I guess it mattered.

  
  

  My friend asked if I am gay

  I said, “Does it matter?”

  He said, “No, not really”

  I told him, “Yes”

  He said, “Don’t call me your friend”

  I guess it mattered.

  
  

  My partner asked, “Do you love me?”

  I said, “Does it matter?”

  He said, “Yes”

  I told him, “I love you”

  He said, “Let me hold you in my arms”

  For the first time in my life something matters.

  
  

  My God asked, “Do you love yourself?”

  I said, “Does it matter”

  He said, “Yes”

  I said, “How can I love myself? I am Gay”

  He said, “That is the way I made you”

  Nothing again will ever matter.

  ——- Author unknown. 

  Source: fersobetutti

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  What Will It Take? by ~Zukendra on deviantart

  edgarwhitmanwilde:

  
  

  More and more teen suicides
  Young lives beaten or lost
  Bullying being the cause
  Teasing them to depression
  Yet people still make jokes
  Yet people still ignore their cruel humor
  
  “Faggot” “slut” “nigger” “nerd” “fatty” among many
  Verbal abuse spude from peers’ mouths
  Harrassment and torment everyday
  They just can’t take it
  
  These people learn to hate themselves
  If they didn’t already before
  They start to think they don’t deserve to live
  They really can’t take much more
  
  What will it take for people to step up
  How many more people have to be harmed
  For you to get some courage and stand up for someone else
  And show them that somebody cares
  
  Harrassed for how they look or talk
  Harrassed for who or what they like
  Harrassed for how they act or their beliefs
  Why can’t people get over themselves and just grow up
  
  What will it take for others to get involved
  Defending and being there for someone
  No matter if it actually affects you
  But knowing how you people are seeming to be
  The moment that you people start to care
  Is the moment that it’s too late
  
  WAKE UP.

  Source: edgarwhitmanwilde

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  You Make Me Gay by ~Child-Of-Hades via devianart

  edgarwhitmanwilde:

  
  

  You make me gay
  With everything you do
  You make me gay
  And all I think is ‘you’
  
  You make me gay
  With every step you take
  You make me gay
  Even during lunch break
  
  You make me gay
  Every time you smile
  You make me gay
  So why not sit here for a while
  
  You make me gay
  Even when I dream
  You make me gay
  Though if I told you, you’d probably scream
  
  You make me gay
  Gayest in the human race
  You make me gay
  Even when you punched me in the face
  
  You make me gay
  Gay enough to nip your earlobe
  You make me gay
  Even though you’re a homophobe
  
  You make me gay
  Though I’m able to control myself
  You make me gay
  It’s for the better of our health
  
  You make me gay
  With every moment we spend
  You make me gay
  Though I’m glad to just have you as a friend

   

  Source: edgarwhitmanwilde

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  Spontaneously Gay by ~Ploffoff on deviantart

  edgarwhitmanwilde:

  
  

  I’m a bit spontaneously gay.
  That’s b’cuz far too many underestimate love.
  When some don’t love, there is a fissure left,
  and I’m trying to fill that gap with as much love as possible.
  You should totally help me!
  :D

  Source: edgarwhitmanwilde

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  Babe Baby

  another90skid:

  Babe, Baby, Babe Baby

  words that my mind ring in my ear

  words that my soul loves to hear

  words that awaken the deeper inner core that is me

  this simple 4 lettered word that behoove my entity

  that when said at any time tears a smile from cheek to cheek

  that when said from the right person can stop my weep

  Babe, Baby, these words forever stored in my hippocampus

  these words that remember how it feels to be an “us”

  1 is fine, but 1 plus 1 equals 2, and me plus you equals the world

  and you times me equals heaven … And I just really can’t wait to find you

  Babe, Baby

  I can write down possible names, and close my eyes and try to imagine your face

  Chris, Jason, Trevor or even maybe a David

  But playing these games wont help me find out what it is.

  Babe, Baby

  How I crave to engrave the sound of those words to my ear drum

  so once again I can hear my heart thump

  so that I can feel like I’m living love once again

  so I can feel the blood rushing through my artery vein

  so I can feel what it is like to resonate our heart beats

  to feel your pain when your down, but know you feel better cause you got me.

  have me, feel me, because you believe in me.

  babe, baby

  don’t you know, I’m waiting right here

  waiting to be whispered “baby” in my ear.

  Source: another90skid

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  Source: ladylynnsmiles

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  Lesbians Taste Best

  whispering-dreams-decayed:

  Lipstick kisses collide
  with each other in explosions.
  They say women are best
  at knowing how to move the tongue-
  it’s almost like a molotov dream
  when the steam pumps with heat.
  Curvy hips wrap around me
  as my hands find breast-
  her nipples please me
  in a way never could he.
  My mouth is in hunger
  for her most delicate of spots,
  her taste will fill my mouth
  in a sweat dessert escape.

  Source: whispering-dreams-decayed

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  One look at you

  sonneteer21:

  …once I look at you for a moment, I can’t speak any longer,

  but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once a
  subtle fire races inside my skin, my

  eyes can’t see a thing and whirring whistle thrums at my hearing.

  cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes
  ahold of me all over:  I’m greener than the
  grass is and appear to myself to be little short of dying.

  But all must be endured….

  —Sapho [Jim Powell, translator]

  Source: sonneteer21

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  Source: imapinksheep

• 2012-06-01 4 notes

  Untitled.

  afrocentricjay:

  I like her.

  Yes, her.

  But if I tell who would I have to turn? ..to?

  They’d all be through. but this isn’t fake, Not make believe.

  If i openly tell the world… what will I achieve?

  Bashing, harrasment, no ease?

  It’s society’s fault. It’s them I have to please.

  Though it’s not easy, they will tease me, they will lock me away.

  Smile in my face and then run astray. 

  Family? What would they do?

  Kick me out and say it’s not true.

  Disappointment. Me. A disappointment. 

  Wow.

  For how I feel, it must be real.

  It has to be true, 

  i’ve never felt this way about someone until you.

  You, YOU.

  It’s your fault. You made me catch feelings and place my life in a draught.

  Go against everything in Church I was taught.

  and HIM. Him up there?

  What will I do when her gives me that stare?

  Send me down to hell because I didn’t.. follow the rules.

  I love him to the core, but what then?

  To heaven, he will not send. 

  All I can do is try to fix me..

  Adjust myself to how I should be. 

  Adjust myself to what everyone thinks is the “real” me.

  Source: afrocentricjay

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  Biter

  queertheair:

  i lost the poem
  i woke up with.
  it was dangerous
  something beautiful
  about victory
  and danger
  i woke up with it
  spilling into the white
  of your room the fat brown towers
  of boxes
  packed tight
  with your whole
  life.

  the beautiful poem
  slipped away
  and there you were
  sleeping
  your magnificent
  sleep.

  inside the night
  i bit you.
  why
  am i compelled
  to act like such a shit
  around you, i mean,
  i like you
  a lot.
  you kick my ass
  with your eyes,
  every glance,
  wham
  i’m struck
  yet i can’t
  stop
  chewing your arm
  like the excitable puppy
  i become
  in your presence.

  i must confess
  i live
  for this exquisite
  nervousness
  rushing like coffee
  through all my body’s
  tunnels.
  the luxury
  of your hands
  at my throat
  before sleep.

  lucky me,
  i get to fall
  to sleep
  beside
  the sun. there she is,
  sleeping darkly
  like the cat
  on the chair,
  commanding
  unconsciousness
  like she commands
  attention
  in the light.

  this girl
  is a meal
  am i making
  that clear
  a crescendo
  of sleep
  keeping me awake
  and biting.

  — by Michelle Tea (from “The Beautiful”)

  Source: queertheair

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  Mental Tension…err somethin’…

  ifyourestillbreathingspellitout:

  There are things my brain wants to express to you that my fingers won’t allow.
  There are nitty-gritty naked truths stampeding through my head that need out,
  but mostly they are losing themselves in shouting contests with the clouds,
  so today I decided to save your ears from that kind of affliction,
  the muddy prints those kind of thoughts leave in you become an addiction
  and I promised I’d never try to be that far under your skin.
  But dear girl in the box, the world is surprisingly colder in our heads.
  You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who made it easier to go to bed
  and there could have been more than a few things I said
  meant to be
  more than textual references
  and fictitious love out of context.

  Source: ifyourestillbreathingspellitout

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  dudeinasuit:

  oh god how i feel this every day.

  Source: dudeinasuit

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  Bisexual

  maskerasmorker:

  I once knew a girl who was pretty in pink
  she decided purple was more her color i think
  She tried to hide her true self
  by acting on the straight
  And ignoring the rest
  But the boys
  They mistreated her
  And ran her around
  So she finally decided
  That this life wasn’t worth it
  so she tried to die
  But an angel stopped her
  And in a whisper
  Told her it was ok to be bi
  And now she’s happier
  And excited to
  She coming out
  How about you? 

  by ~EternityDancer on DeviantART 

  Source: maskerasmorker

• 2012-05-30 2 notes

  gentlemensswagger:

  This rollercoaster of emotions is not fun.
  I am okay being genderqueer.
  I hate my fucking boobs!
  I love being a lesbian!
  Fuck this shit, why wasn’t I born a guy
  And it goes on and on and on

  Source: queerlyunique