Weekly musings on gender, feminism, sexuality and anything else that’s on my mind.
Queer Love Poetry Day #8: two little ghosts by Indigo
two little ghosts you say you’ll love me until they throw dirt on my face that after you’re gone your ghost will go on loving me sneak up behind me in the kitchen spook the cats yell “boo” at my mis-matched outfits I laugh but I can’t see myself without you I only see us at 90 with bags on both shoulders tugging on the collars of our elderly cats cackling like school girls I only see us two little ghosts thumb wrestling in the dark “ghost fucking” on our second honeymoon scaring life into the living; still shaking bones with our...
read moreQueer Love Poems Day #7: sweet boy by sossity chiricuzio
sweet boy rolling together tangled in kissing and a teenage feeling giggling between the sighs nerve endings alight like those first brushes with lust and possibility just this side of gambling on vulnerable feeling the electric tingle that fills the air like ozone when role play lays in reach so easy to slip into character with you the gift you give not just the rush of pleasure outlining every move of you against me but how your teenage boy gives me back my flesh with the game of can i please? every time you ask you erase shame...
read moreQueer Love Poetry Day 6: Studies for a Poem About Seduction by Jill Leininger
Queer Love Poem-A-Day continues with this elegant beaut by fellow Lambda Literary Fellow, Jill Leininger.
read moreQueer Love Poems Day #5: Valentine to My Unknown Lover by Linda Lenzke
Valentine to My Unknown Lover by Linda Lenzke Whoever you are, whatever you do, wherever you live, whenever you’re ready, however scared you may be, I am waiting for you, my new love. I try to recognize you in the faces of the unfamiliar, or in the eyes of friendly others. Perhaps I’ve already met you at the bookstore, or the Farmer’s Market on the Square, our hands reaching for the same red pepper. Were you the woman two rows in front of me in the movie theater? I watched you, then the film. Maybe we’re friends; belong to the...
read moreQueer Love Poems Day #4: Kite String and Keys by Blythe Baldwin
Kite String and Keys Words by Blythe Baldwin The friction of your kiss is enough to leave me wanting to discard the impulse to hide under umbrella. Crack and splinter- I can hear it whimpering in the wind. There is always something held back between tight lips. The barometer’s lowering levels can manifest the illusion of pressure that bears down on us like a sieve leaving marks where the body refused to yield graciously. This has been our history. Come gather around me- We have already left enough bruises and broken flesh in our...
read moreQueer Love Poem Day #3: porch kitty & this too by Alysia Angel
The queer poetry countdown to Valentine's Day is at Day 3 with two sanguine poems by Alysia Angel.
read moreQueer Love Poems Day #2: Two Poems by Blaine Marchand
Our queer poetry countdown to Valentine's Day is at Day 2 with two lovely poems by Blaine Marchand.
read moreQueer Love Poems Day #1: Not Having a Smoke with You by Lillie Craw
Not Having a Smoke with You Lillie Craw “o god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much” is what I’ve written on your hand while we are sitting in bed feeling only slightly depressed about being a tranny and his lady in the world today. I stole it from Frank O’Hara who I’m reading on our ordinateur ancienne while you are reading a book you heard about on NPR, National Public Radio. Speaking of French (and not just in French) I would be lying if I said I don’t...
read moreQueer Love
For the week leading up to February 14th, I'll be posting a daily queer love poem on my blog. To celebrate our queer history let's remember that you can never guarantee how time will memorialize you, nor how our current lovers and friends see us compared to how we see ourselves. Let's celebrate that love and pain are inextricably linked, and that when we invite one into our lives, we help ourselves survive the other.
read moreTransparency and the Art of Self-Publishing
As a self published author, there are a lot of things I don’t have. I don’t have a large staff, fully employed to make my book look as perfect as possible. I don’t have a publicist, sending my book to reviewers months before the publication date. I don’t have the reputation of a large publisher to lean on, to speak on my behalf to booksellers and readers. I have me. This lack of support means I could easily cloister myself, furtively hiding my process to avoid the stigma of self-publishing. I could pretend that my process looks...
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