are you perfect yet? - Alexander Anthony Mar
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“My love and I took hands and swore, against the world, to be poets and lovers evermore,”
- Katherine Bradley and Edith Cooper (Michael Field), ‘It was deep April’
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Self abandonment looks like
letting you hurt me in the same way
twice and still trying to understand
where you are coming from.
It’s like having more empathy
for your trauma than my own.
It’s having an over abundance of
patience while you refuse to grow.
Self abandonment looks like over
explaining myself because
it’s become more important
to convince you of my worth
than treating myself like I
am worth more than this.
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the perfect prompt for pride month won out this week! writing this poem was really meaningful to me and i'm quite proud of it :3
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Transcript under the cut!
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Queer
being queer is not all about sex
even though it is
when we must survive
just to have the pleasure
and love
so many see as every day
wanting is for the last of us
to take what we can
body is belonging
and identity lingers in love
learning how, with them
the gay & bi & lesbian
the butch for femme
the people who alternate
between wild and intimate
kiss that boy
that girl
or other lovelies
because our family
is hard to come by
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“Ahead of your time.”
An aromantic poem by Angel (All Pronouns).
Aromantic culture is viewing love as everything. And then nothing at the same time.
Is seeing love as fraternal, parental, platonic, friendly, grandparently, and also recognizing that it can also be none of those.
It's viewing the most simple thing in the world, like a little water puddle and thinking “how many amazing memories does this amount of water holds?”
It's having basic empathy and kindness to everything. From a old woman who says a very warm good morning to you to a little street cat that probably has 3 skin diseases, but you don't care and you're gonna pet it anyway.
It's looking at all of this variety, and then looking back to alloromantics fight to see if it's the lover or the friend who has the priority on the relationships and thinking “y'all are seriously stuck in that mindset?”
Aromantic culture is.... Being ahead of your time comparing to your peers.
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Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this? / Before a face suddenly numinous, / her eyes watered, knees melted.
By Marilyn Hacker, from [Didn’t Sappho say het guts clutched up like this?]
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he loves me.
i am broken
i am bloody
i am bruised
but he loves me.
he is constant and unwavering
as the sun
he shines on me and i am warm
because he loves me.
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transgender poem
In the mirror, I see a reflection
A body that feels foreign, a soul in transition
A journey of self-discovery, of breaking free
From the confines of expectations, of society's decree
A trans man, navigating a world of uncertainty
Struggling to find his place, his identity
Challenging norms, defying labels
Embracing his truth, despite the fables
The weight of dysphoria, heavy on his shoulders
Navigating a world that tries to smolder
His flame, his spirit, his very existence
But he stands tall, with fierce persistence
The battles fought, both seen and unseen
The scars that remain, the wounds still keen
But through it all, he finds his strength
In the power of his truth, in the journey's length
So here he stands, a trans man proud
Defying the odds, speaking truth out loud
For in his struggles, he finds his voice
A beacon of hope, a reason to rejoice.
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do you believe in god ?
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[Image description: A blackout poem. Transcript is below.]
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the growing among
with her
overruling awareness and
education, both in
class While
in me
, her
then us
both parts
We balance
she as the
ultimate for
me
dated a sun her
elation.
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love me recklessly
crash your car of emotion into my soul
love me blindly
let my warmth be your sight
love me fully
as if i were the last safe place on earth
Love, Juniper
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Wary - Alexander Anthony Mar
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50 Words at a Time: Bite-Sized Thoughts on Things That Matter by Devin S. Turk is a square, printed zine of 12 micro essays I have written, 50 words each.
Topics include but are not limited to: Love. The future. Sensitivity. A game of Computer Chess. Trans rage. Home(s). A Beloved Soviet space dog. Faith(?). Queer Utopia.
The finished product measures 4.75 by 4.75 inches.
This physical zine is available in my Etsy shop.
And here's the Etsy listing for the digital PDF.
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Today
traces of you
wouldn't leave my mind.
I thought of you
a thousand times,
rewrote for you
a thousand rhymes,
and still I couldn't
fill these lines
with you.
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i stub the cigarette on the steps of the opera house, under the gaze of Molière and Cornielle, under the glare of the angels. maybe i was born to be a visitor. maybe we were born to find these quiet moments and watch the world as it goes around us, as i sit beside the carousel and inside it. outside the theatre and inside it.
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