Enjoy this collage of my stupid face. 20192018I Cant Think Of A Sincere Poem To Follow Up Three Years Of Coming Out Day Poems So Here's A Trochaic Blank-Verse Sonnet Of In-The-Moment Observations Because That Probably Represents My Identity Better Than Any Queer Stereotypes Or Traditionally Campy Queer Content Could watermelon vodka from a wine glass straight love on the T.V. in the background laptop slowly burning through my sweatpants cold breeze scattered wind chimes through the window ukulele and a concertina sharing space beside me on the sofa blankets waiting for me in my bedroom fruit flies flitting flying in the foreground NyQuil sitting on the coffee table tingles reaching out down to my ten toes hair tie pulling bangs tight in a pony sugar dried and crusting onto both lips piercing aching warming on my earlobe ready to return to dreams and nighttime 2017Untitled it's come a tradition for me here to write a small poem each year on this day a poetically kinder and yearly reminder i'm incontrovertibly gay and this year i'll use this sall tune that i write as a beacon for all friends that read to find me a queer somwhere out in the world and to trap him and send him to me so if anyone out there knows of a good gay who lives near me or soon shall return i'm 20, still single (and ready to mingle?) my mother is getting concerned 2016Untitled For all the haterz in my feed: my sexuality's no joke. (I doubt my friends are haterz though. But I'm still #QueerAsFolk). 2015Sexuality is like your College Major:
Some people scream it, and on some people you can't tell. Some people know their major, some people are undecided, and some people have two majors and three minors. Some knew what they wanted to do since they were born, and some re-declare every semester. What's important is that you respect everyone regardless of choice, change, or difference from yourself.
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