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• POEMS / GAY POEMS - THE BT POETRY ON THE WEBNEWTEMERE   FOLLOWON AUG 19 2023 06:26 PM PST  PLEADG TO KNOW
• GAY POEMS
• OLYMPIA MICC – “THE GAY POEM”

POEMS / GAY POEMS - THE BT POETRY ON THE WEBNEWTEMERE   FOLLOWON AUG 19 2023 06:26 PM PST  PLEADG TO KNOW

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 ****. The double meang wh body and “boy” is clever and the acronym wh the poem metaphorilly speaks to the plights of a trans 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 night we got bashed we told Rty howthey drove up, yelled QUEER, threw a hot dog, sped Now, is that gaybashg?

Good pied the fools: who buys a perfectly good pack of wienersand driv around San Francis chuckg them at gays?

GAY POEMS

Dear bashers, you should have seen the hot dog h my neck, the srf Josey sewed om antique silk kimonos: so gay. Youmissed lghg at , nfed, your raw hot dog on the and Rty and Bob make fun of the gaybashers, and Iwash my srf the sk. Not hot dogs thrown om F-150s, homophobic eaks.

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. 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 g-heavy heaven, blsed ground to thk gay & mean the fake id & the bouncer who knewthis need to be need, to belong, to know howa man taste full on vodka & ee of s.

OLYMPIA MICC – “THE GAY POEM”

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 .

For each gay kid whose adolcence was Ameri the forti or fifti the primary, the ccialscenar forever is g out —or not. 9"A Queerifitn" by Regie CabiDANIEL MIHAILESCU/AFP/Getty ImagAnother excerpt, this piece om “A Queerifitn” preach acceptance, inty, and that scriptns like 'queer' really don't mean anythg the bigger me shift me transgrs me tell my stunts i’m gay tell chick fil a i’m queer tell the new york tim i’m straight tell the mail man i’m a lbian tell amerin airl i don’t know what my genr is like melikg youlike summer blockbter armrt datarmrt cematic loveelbow to forearm the dark humor me queerly fill me wh lghter make me high wh queer gas prs me om centuri of spanish quisn& self-righteo judgment10"Exclively On Ven" by Trace PetersonHere’s an excerpt om Trace Peterson's “Exclively on Ven.

Both the doctor and the patient are the same age, both are gay, and the poem is an credible look at the emotnal attachment between the two men, both as patient and doctor, and as gay day, I drew his blood, and while I didHe lghed, and said I was his girliend now, His blood-brother. When you’re gay Dixie, you’re a clown of a sperate circ.