Gay Pri | Power Poetry

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• POEMS / GAY PRI POEMS - THE BT POETRY ON THE WEBNEWTSENSUALVIRTUOSO   FOLLOWON MAY 08 2014 09:17 AM PST  FREEDOM
• GAY PRI POEMS - POEMS ABOUT GAY PRI
• GAY PRI
• ROSS GAY: A WAY WH WORDS
• POEM OF THE WEEK, SPONSORED BY THE ENGLISH DEPT: B. SHGHNSY,"GAY PRI WEEKEND, S.F., 1992"

POEMS / GAY PRI POEMS - THE BT POETRY ON THE WEBNEWTSENSUALVIRTUOSO   FOLLOWON MAY 08 2014 09:17 AM PST  FREEDOM

Last night, I went to a gay bar.

GAY PRI POEMS - POEMS ABOUT GAY PRI

I live next to a bar that’s not a gay bar. While I slept, a man went to a gay club.

The protter the photo was gay, you know,. “ar gaybashers” by Jill McDonough. Rty: Now, is that gaybashg?

and driv around San Francis chuckg them at gays? the srf Josey sewed om antique silk kimonos: so gay.

GAY PRI

Josey and Rty and Bob make fun of the gaybashers, and I.

homophobic eaks.

“homosexualy” by Frank O’Hara. “Gay pri weekend” by brenda shghnsy. “the 17-Year-old & the gay bar” by Danez Smh.

ROSS GAY: A WAY WH WORDS

this g-heavy heaven, blsed ground to thk gay & mean we. I want to live on his tongue, build a home of gospel & gayety.

The double meang wh body and “boy” is clever and the acronym wh the poem metaphorilly speaks to the plights of a trans dividual.the bo’y wak upthe bo’y looks at selfthe bo’y notic somethg missgthere is both too much and not enough flh on the bo’ythe bo’y is vered hairwhat a hairy bo’ysome mak look more like a bo’ysome mak look more like a monsterthe bo’y did not learn to shave om s fatherso tght self how to graze s sk and cut thgs offthe bo’y cuts self by accintthe blood remds the bo’y is a bo’yremds the bo’y how a bo’y bleedsremds the bo’y that not every bo’y bleedsthe bo’y talks to a girl about bleedgshe explas how this bo’y worksthis bo’y is different om hersbo’y has too much and not enough flh to be herthe blogy of a bo’y is jtbo’y will only ever be a bo’ythe bo’y is Blackso the bo’y is and will only ever be a bo’ythe bo’y uldn’t be a man if triedthe bo’y triedthe bo’y feels emptythe bo’y feels like will only ever be emptythe bo’y feels that will never hold the weight of another bo’y si of no matter how many ds f si the bo’ythe bo’y is a hollow fa attempts a nvcg veneerbo’y drs — what hips on the bo’ybo’y pats s face — what lips on the bo’ybo’y adorns self wh labels wrten for lovelier amwhat a betiful bo’ystill a bo’ybut a fierce bo’y nowa royal bo’y nowa bo’y worthy of beg lled queenwhat a dazzlg seto turn a bo’y to a lie everyone lov to look atthe bo’y looks at selfthe bo’y se all the gawkg at s glossthe bo’y hears all the mass askg for s missgthe bo’y offers all of s letters— ‘ b ’ for the birth— ‘ o ’ for the operatn— ‘ y ’ for the lack left s genwhat this bo’y would abandonfor the risk of  beg realthe bo’y is realenough and too muchexistg as s own erasure— what an elive d —evadg removalavoidg regnnleavg jt a bo’ythat is never lostbut n’t be found2"Dear Gaybashers" by Jill McDonoughMIGUEL SCHINCARIOL/AFP/Getty ImagWrten 2014, “Dear Gaybashers” by Jill McDonough is a mt-read for everybody, but pecially those who thk their tnts and jabs will sre off the LGBTQ+ muny om livg and lovg their life.

They are strong, they are uned, and they uldn't re ls what you thk.The night we got bashed we told Rty howthey drove up, yelled QUEER, threw a hot dog, sped off.Rty: Now, is that gaybashg? Good pot.Josey pied the fools: who buys a perfectly good pack of wienersand driv around San Francis chuckg them at gays?And who speeds off? Missg the pot, the pleasure of the bash?Dear bashers, you should have seen the hot dog h my neck,the srf Josey sewed om antique silk kimonos: so gay.

POEM OF THE WEEK, SPONSORED BY THE ENGLISH DEPT: B. SHGHNSY,"GAY PRI WEEKEND, S.F., 1992"

Youmissed lghg at , nfed, your raw hot dog on the ground.Josey and Rty and Bob make fun of the gaybashers, and Iwash my srf the sk.

Not hot dogs thrown om F-150s,homophobic eaks. Ass-sized pengus, c*ck after c*ck azure acrylic, butterstch glass, anyone's flh-tone, chrome.3“Gay Pri Weekend” by Brenda ShghnsyThis LGBTQ+ poem by Brenda Shghnsy touch on an experience she had wh a lover and discs how they’re brought together by their past trmas and how wonrful is to be out, loud, and proud.I fot how lh and electrified was wh you. It didn’t.4“The 17-Year-Old and the Gay Bar” by Danez SmhDanez Smh’s LGBTQ+ poem about a 17-year-old a gay bar tells the story of feelg like you belong, and feelg like they mt be heaven to have found others like them and to be accepted.this g-heavy heaven, blsed ground to thk gay & mean we.bls the fake id & the bouncer who knewthis need to be need, to belong, to know howa man taste full on vodka & ee of s.

He is jt.he begs me to dance, to marvel men wh thedashof hips i brought, he ems my mouth some stranger’s mouth necsary.bls that man’s mouth, the song we sway sloppy to, the beat, the bridge, the lengthof his hand on my thigh & back & i know not which untry i am of.i want to live on his tongue, build a home of gospel & gayetyi want to raise a cy behd his teeth for all boys of choirs & closets to refuge .i want my new god to look at the mec i built him & ll damn goodor maybe i’m jt tipsy & ee for the first time, willg to worship anythg i n taste.5"Whom You Love" by Joseph O.