Fiction & Poetry
The governing eyes throughout history have dictated the acceptable forms of the performance of sex.
SPREAD. BUT NOT READ I feel like you walk over me, all over me, Your gait was long and…
From silver screens to pages penned,
Our identities explored, where journeys never end.
A kiss for the side of your neck One for the last of your back For a year that we…
i want to 377 you so bad till even the sheets hurt i want to ache your knees singe your…
I only ever read your letters
to learn what patterns to avoid
in future relationships.
The morning was heavy, laden with the weight of expectation, with the unsettling realisation that something was about to shift.
On calls your voice greets me, balm to the parched everything.
That little baby born in spring,
Shall “he” identify as Queer?
Regardless, Polaris feels queer!
Why must others judge her appearance and grace
When true beauty is not confined to a face?
In a world obsessed with the outer shell,
She knows in her heart inner beauty dwells.
Today I told him that rain wasn’t from evaporation or condensation. I said clouds cried because they missed water so much.
Who is this that works my hand?
Who is this that moves my pen?
Touch is a beetle creeping on this foreign thing
That wears my body like an evening.
They’ punch him
with the pejorative
‘sissy’
and blame him for his smooth skin
and pink lips
for all ‘their’
disoriented gazes.
Unbiased academic Pillars Stand rock hard and Straight-shoot to the sky. Pillars My teacher tells me all…
They lay eyes on him, they see a body out of the gym. A black, thick beard, in a need…