I love in a queer way
My hips sway like a man
My hands rough like a woman's
I yam what I yam
(This one is short and sweet but there's nothing I would add. I was always intrigued by Popeye's "amphibious" nature, and felt it nicely conveyed the every-day life of being genderqueer)
(Btw if anyone reads this, go watch the movie! To honor both the life of Robin Williams and the recently deceased Shelley Duvall)
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Sad Poetry for Sad Hours
PoetryA collection of my poetry, which tends to be sad. (TW: death, murder, childhood trauma, vague suicidal ideation)
