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So God created man His own image; the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. —Genis 1:27 J at the Gay BarBy Jay Hulme He’s here the midst of –right at the centre of the dance floor,rob hched up to His kneto make easy to sp. At…

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THE 17-YEAR-OLD & THE GAY BAR

this g-heavy heaven, blsed ground to thk _gay_ & mean _we._ * gay bar poems *

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 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar by Danez Smh is the story of a young person’s first time a gay bar and the liberatn they feel.

THE 17-YEAR-OLD & THE GAY BAR

"The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar" by Danez Smh is the story of a young persons first time a gay bar and the liberatn they feel. * gay bar poems *

Explore The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar1 Summary2 Stcture3 Poetic Techniqu4 Detailed Analysis. The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar by Danez Smh begs wh beg admted to the gay bar, the poet managg to pass by the bouncer whout beg qutned.

THE 17-YEAR-OLD & THE GAY BAR

Gay poetry: * gay bar poems *

He worships the space of the gay bar, brg together He stat that he never knew ‘which god to pray to’, and has found a sense of muny wh the gay bar, feelg at one wh the ia ‘to thk gay & mean we’.

The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar by Danez Smh is wrten as one stanza that is partially segregated due to the space of ‘dash’ as an termissn le.

Another technique that Smh wrg The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar is anaphora.

THE 17-YEAR-OLD & THE GAY BAR

this g-heavy heaven, blsed ground to thk gay & mean we. bls the fake id & the bouncer who knew this need to be need, to belong, to know how a man taste full on vodka & ee of s. i know not which god to pray to. i look to christ, i look to every mouth on the dance floor, i orr a whiskey ke, name the blood of my new savr. he is jt. he begs me to dance, to marvel men wh the dash of 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 length of 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 & gayety i want to raise a cy behd his teeth for all boys of choirs & closets to refuge . * gay bar poems *

this g-heavy heaven, blsed ground to thk gay & mean we. The poem begs whout a pal letter, The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar startg as if were mid-sentence. Smh wr ‘to thk gay and mean we’, focg on the ia that he has found a sense of muny wh the gay bar.

Smh suggts then growg up gay, seemgly different to those around you, the experience n be credibly isolatg. Yet, now they have reached the ‘Gay Bar’, a symbol of both metaphoril and leral gay unn, they have begun to nnect wh others, feelg at home and fally able to e ‘we’ and mean a ‘gay’ muny. Smh stat that ‘this need to be need’, relatg to the ia that a gay person growg up wh a hegemonic ntext that is heterosexual before any other sexual inty may feel out of place.

J AT THE GAY BAR

This uld be rallyg agast disurs of relign that typilly tend to outlaw homosexualy as somethg morally wrong.

Smh fights agast this homophobic notn, g relig semantics to create a space of ‘worship’ that is acceptg and lovg, rather than divisive and exclnary. The focg upon ‘build a home of gospel & gayety’ draws upon the re them of the poem. Then, the mixg of the relig, ‘gospel’, and the play on words relatg to homosexualy wh ‘gayety’, furthers this sense of muny, Smh fdg the place where he n fully experience their queer inty.

J AT THE GAY BAR

This is the closg thought of the poem, Smh suggted that they feel ‘ee for the first time’, the ‘Gay Bar’ actg as a symbol and lotn of te muny and liberatn. DING **** MY KIDNAPPER IS DEAD, THAT IS WHY I ALLOWED TED BUNDY TO TAKE ME YEAH, I WANTED TO KIDNAP MY KIDNAPPERHOPING THE SPIRIT WORLD CAN **** MY KIDNAPPER, OH YEAHI KNOW IT’S ****** HARD, CAUSE, THE SCHITZOPHRENIA, WAS GIVING ME THE ****** YRGEI FOUND IT HARD TO RID THE URGE, SO I MADE TED BUNDY’S GHOST TIE ME UPBUT THIS MADE ME FIGHT MY FATHER, AND FORCE ME ON MEDICATIONWHICH MADE THE NICEST MAN, BUT MY KIDNAPPER KEPT COMING BACKDING **** I WANTED MY KIDNAPPER DEAD, I KNOW I ANNOYED A LOT OF PEOPLETRYING TO GRAB THEM OH YEAHI GRABBED A FEW SCHOOL MATES, AND THAT IS WHY I WAS TREATED LIKE A YEAH MATE YEAH KIDI WANT TO GET REOFORMED, BUT A VOICE SAID, NO YOUR NOR REFORMEDAND I WORKED AT THE RAINBOW, HELPING THE MENTALLY ILLAND I FELT LIKE A HAPPY CHIRPY COOL KID GOING TO THE BEACH AND BUSHWALKINGAND WORKING IN THE RAINBOW KITCHEN, AND NOBODY WANTED TO TEASE MECAUSE I HELPED TO GIVE THEM A MEAL, I WAS A COOL KID, AND VERY VERY CHIRPYAND THEN IN 2002, I FELT REALLY CRAZY, THE PARANORMAL SHOVING VOICES IN MY HEADWHICH WAS, I WAS THE KID, KILLED BY THE ******, THE AMERICAN ****** KILLED A KIDBUT I SAID I DREAMT IN THE REAL WORLD, SAYING THE KID HE KILLED WAS MEI STOOD MY LITTLE KIDNAPPING KID, OUT ON THE LONESOME, THE ****** KILLED MY CRAZY KIDNAPPERI AM NOT GAY, I RESPECT GAYS, BUT I AM NOT GAYI AM NOT A PHEDAPHILE, HAVING *** WITH KIDS IS REPULSIVEI AM NOT A CUDDLING KOOMARRI MAN, CAUSE THEY GET KILLED, I LIKE TO SAY THAT AT LEAST GAYS, HAVE A REASONTHE KOOMARRIS, ARE TOTALLY GEEKY, AS THEY CUDDLE UP TO YAI AM NOT GAY, HE SAID, I JUST LIKE TO CUDDLE MEN, NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH GAYSI AM NOT GAY, I MADE MY CHOICE, TO BE A ******LIKE A ******, WHO PARTIES ALL THE FUCKEN TIME, LIKE A ****** BABY YEAHPARTY WITH ME, AND YOU AS WELL YO DUDEBUT TED BUNDY, ISN’T HASSLING ME NO MORE, I AGREED TO **** MY HOOLIGAN WHO GRABS KIDSAND IN JUP[ITER, I AM PREPARED TO SUFFER, FOR EVERY KID, AS CRONUS DOES DOTED BUNDY NOW HAS ME ******* TO THE LAMP POST ON JUPITERI PREFER THIS, RATHER THAN CUDDLING ******* KOOMARRI MENPRESUMING THAT I AM GAY, I AM STRAIGHT, MY PROBLEMS WERE WATCHING REALLY BAD KIDNAPPING ON TVAND MY LAST TWO LIVES KIDNAPPED AND KILLED AT AGE 8 GREAME THORNE ANDS PATRICK DUNBARI HAVE KILLED MY KIDNAPPER AND LEFT MY LITTLE DADDY’S SHY BOY WITH DAD, ON CLOUD 9SO I CAN ENJOY BATTLING THE YOU AND YOUR BROTHER AREN’T LIKE US VOICEBY DRINKING A BOTTLE OF COKE, I AM A COMPUTER **** KIDI WANT TO LOSE PAT’S VOICE, BUT WE HAD FUN TOGETHERI WANT TO LOSE HIS VOICE, BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THESE DELLUSIONSOF HIM BEING A TEASING GAY MAN, CAUSE YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL TO TEASE NORMIESTHE WAY I USED TO TEASE THE MEN, WHETHER YOUR GAY OR NOTPEOPLE PRESUME THAT YOUR GAY, AND PUNCH AND **** YOUBULLYING LEADS TO KILLING, BRIAN ALLAN DOESN’T WANT TO BE KILLEDSO HE PREFERS TO GET RID OF HIS SHY BOY THE BRIAN ALLAN WAYCAUSE I HATE, THE IDEA IN HINDSIGHT OF BEING A LITTLE YOUNG DUDE LIKE THATIT WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I WAS YOUNG, WELL CRAWLING THROUGH DRAINPIPESAND RIDING OUR BIKES, AND PARTYING IN CLUBS WAS COOLBUT THE KIDNAPPING OR THE GAY ACTIVITY, REALLY AIN’T FOR MEI AM STILL DOING WHAT I USED TO DO, THE IMAGINATION BITART AND DRAWING, I WANT TO KIL MY KIDNAPPER AND HAVE TED BUNDY TIE HIM UP ON JUPITERAQND LEAVE MY DADDY’S LITTLE SHY BOY AS I SAID ON CLOUD 9 WITH DADWE HAVE TO STAND ON OUR OWN TWO FEETOH YEAH MY, HEART IS A PUMPING, AND MY LEGS ARE FITI WANNA STAND ON MY OWN TWO FEETI DON’T CARE WHAT MY VOICES SAYI PREFER FOR MY VOICES TO SAY BE AN ARTIST, BE A WRITER, BE A YOUTUBE PARTNER, BE A BUDDHISTI DON’T WANT TO HAVE ANY PART OF MY DADDY’S LITTLE SHY BOY IN ME, EVER AGAINMEDICATION, REINCARNATION, I AM COOL, HOW ABOUT A LITTLE CELEBRATIONSTOP THE CALLING ME WOOSEY, IN MY HEAD, CAUSE, IT’S FUCKEN DOWNGRADING YOU BIG *******I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE AROUND GAYS, DOESN’T MEAN I HATE THEM, I HATE BEING TOLD I AM STILL GAY******* ****, *******, I AM NOT GAYDING **** MY KIDNAPPER IS DEAD AND MY LITTLE SHY BOY IS UP THERE WITH DEAR OLD DADI AM A MAN WHO ENJOYS PARTYING, YEAH MATE YEAH, I AM NO ****. [POEM] J at the Gay Bar by Jay Hulme.

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