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sugaronyourtongu3 · 4 months

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A poem about getting top surgery from my upcoming zine ‘biggest fool of ‘em all’ part two.

Available for mail order for a donation of your choice to go toward my top surgery fund.

Send a message through tumblr or an email to [email protected] to nab a copy.

Support a punk trans artist.

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sapphictay · 2 months

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In the shadows of the 30’s, their love did bloom,

Two sapphic hearts, hidden in a world of gloom.

Forbidden and concealed, their passion did ignite,

A love that dared to challenge the societal fight.

In secret rendezvous, they found solace and bliss,

Their stolen moments, a sweet, stolen kiss.

Whispered words of love, shared in hushed embrace,

Their hearts intertwined, defying time and space.

Amidst the prejudice and judgment that prevailed,

Their love, like a flame, could never be curtailed.

They danced in moonlit gardens, under starry skies,

Their love, a hidden gem, shining in disguise.

Though history may forget their names and their plight,

Their love, like a beacon, continues to shine bright.

For love knows no boundaries, no societal decree,

Their story echoes on, inspiring you and me.

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 1 year

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Source: Afrekete: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Writing, Edited by Catherine E. McKinley & L. Joyce DeLaney

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fromblisswithlove · 2 years

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bruised

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jonismitchell · 1 year

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#arden speaks #flame*#poets on tumblr #tumblr poetry #blackout poetry #lgbt poetry #lgbt poem

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alyssaiswritingtoday · 4 days

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I loved you,

Entirely and completely,

My sweet November love.

to others it seemed taboo,

for I was in love with you deeply,

Yet it was fleeting like a mourning dove.

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lttledog · 3 months

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Piano Lesson by Richard Siken

#beautiful #richard siken #piano lesson #poetry #poem #web weaving #word weaving #poet #poetic #lgbt poetry #gay poetry #queer poetry #lgbt poet #lgbt poem #prose

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thedimlaltain · 8 months

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Devil's Advocate?

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

You ask me to try telling the 'normal citizen' of this country,

That LGBTQ+ is not a new 'concept'

That people need to understand and sympathise with enbys

I asked him, "Sir, do you understand?"

Do you understand LGBTQ+?

You like to act like the devil's advocate

You don't need to

Because you realise it or not

You are the devil yourself;

For LGBTQ+ is neither a concept, nor new

For LGBTQ+ people are not abnormal

For we don't need to understand people to stand for their human rights.

Preaching is simple, self reflection harder.

Instead of pointing out how unenlightened the others are

Let us get off our high horses, and ask ourselves

Am I living in a glass house and throwing stones?

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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toxins-private-collection · 4 months

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Our love began in the flames of revolution.

Where stepping outside meant facing guards,

And the constant presence of threats only grew.

Her presence became my tranquility in the chaos.

It was the way her reassuring hand rested upon mine,

Anewing my hope and squeezing my heart,

That drove us into each others arms

And made us proclaim that we would live to see our future dates.

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sapphictay · 2 months

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sometimes at night i stay up dreaming of that girl.

the one who’s smile is like the sparkle of a thousands stars,

the way she bites down onto the tip of her tongue,

and how her eyes scrunch up from grinning so big.

the one who’s silky hair dances in the wind gracefully with natures gentle touch.

and how soft her palms feel on mine,

just a tender caress on the knuckles of my hand.

it’s only when i’m with her,

do i feel like nothing in the world matters.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ⚘ ࿐ྂ

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 1 year

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Source: Yaraana: Gay Writing From India, Edited by Hoshang Merchant

#gay Indian history #gay Indian positivity #gay Indian men #gay man #gay men #gay poetry #gay positivity #lgbt history #lgbt art #lgbt poem #image #photo #lgbt #gay #quote #my life is spent either remembering or forgetting you #ahhhh I love that line #personal

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maryhall · 8 months

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in 2013, i was thirteen

and the internet spoke

it said i couldn’t be me

because i was too young

to really know.

so i convinced myself

that i was someone im not

and for seven years i lied

to myself and to everyone

that i was straight.

in 2018, i was eighteen

and the internet spoke

i was now old enough

to know my self.

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bellsandstars · 2 months

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run don’t walk

going absolutely (what is a word more absolute than absolutely?) insane because i am so horrifically (what is a word more horrific than horrifically?) alone.

i don’t have the words to describe it so it sits inside of me like a bomb. the timer has been ticking for 18 1/2 years, i haven’t figured out how to disarm it yet and i fear it’s about to explode.

it’s my problem, no one else’s. but i am stricken with envy and red grief when i meet someone who has disarmed theirs.

how did you do it? how did you figure it out when i can’t? what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me? What Is Wrong With Me? ive had almost two decades to figure it out and i just.

cant.

i break mirrors, i waste money, i fall asleep to my own frantic breathing. i drink vodka, i change my sheets, i mourn a loss ive never felt. i cut my hair, i throw out my food, i scream to no one who listens.

i’m too obsessed with being happy, being perfect, being better. everything about me is carefully orchestrated badly.

i lie in between the lines of every sentence, making my bed in the unsaid daggers. i can never tell if anything anyone has ever said is beautiful prose or cloaked poison.

are there still beautiful things? am i beautiful person? do you promise? am i still good enough to use, if not to love? has some part of me ever been perfect?

i shout from the overpass, i yell at the wind, a singular question that has haunted me since i figured out what a question was:

what is wrong with me?

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starbounddragon · 11 months

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Who we were.

Who we are.

Who we will be.

We were different. We swore we were different.

That the light would not go from our eyes, the fire in our hearts would rage for as long as there was a cause to burn for.

We swore we would not be beaten down by the passage of time, that those who had come before us simply stopped trying, and in our eyes that was unforgivable.

We were different, we would be different.

The world was always ours and we would never stop fighting for it. The world is worth fighting for.

Worth burning ourselves out for.

We are tired.

The fire in our hearts consumes but the fuel keeps coming and we wonder if fire can drown in gasoline. We look at the new injustices, the new indignities, and we are exhausted.

We understand now, that those who came before did the best they could but still we tell ourselves we are different.

We need to be different.

We are determined, and though the light in our eyes is gone we move forward still. Our fire burns, still.

Soldiers on an endless crusade, longing for the comforts of a home we only know in our heads and our hearts.

The home we were promised when we were told the world was just.

A home that never really existed.

A home we will build ourselves.

We will be better. We will build it better.

Our eyes will be hollow.

The fire will burn our souls to ash.

The shambling husks, the shadows of ourselves we leave behind, will rest finally in the home we built.

A home we have to believe is going to be worth it,

So those that come after us will not drown in gasoline.

So the light in their eyes will survive the way ours didn't.

This home will be worth it.

We were.

We are.

We will be.

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alyssaiswritingtoday · 7 days

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She reminds me of the summer,

So warm and so full of care.

Her laugher feels like summer showers,

Gently lifting my spirits and I can feel goosebumps on my skin.

While we may grow cold as the evenings pass,

Her voice will always sound to me,

Like the dew on the morning leaves.

And although we may part one day,

Her smile will always warm my weary heart.

Like a warm summer’s day,

Her entirety brings me pleasant memories.

Years will pass on as the summers do,

Yet my heart,

My home,

Lies in you.

Summer after summer,

I find more connections.

The beating sun,

The roaring laughter,

The endless memories.

And although we may part,

I wish upon the summer’s eve stars,

That we may never drift apart.

I wish upon the summer’s eve stars,

That we may find each other again if we do.

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