Pride is this weekend and my lucky self talked Z Roby and Billybillybilly into taggin' along with my dank-ass self. While I don't plan on enjoying the spoiledge of corporate Pride in the park, I will partake in the sweet freeness of the Block Party and Dyke March. Pictures will result!
Free is the only price my broke ass can afford, since I work at a swank bar whose customers are all to busy in this heated summer on their yats, summer villas, or enjoying gay mainstream pride.
I found this poem by Eileen Myles, that I more than luv. So, in honor of Pride and the fact that assimilation is one of the neuroses of our civilization:
I Always Put My Pussy...
I always put my pussy
in the middle of trees
like a waterfall
like a doorway to God
like a flock of birds
I always put my lover's cunt
on the crest
of a wave
like a flag
that I can
pledge my
allegiance
to. This is my
country. Here,
when we're alone
in public.
My lovers pussy
is a badge
is a night stick
is a helmet
is a deer's face
is a handful
of flowers
is a waterfall
is a river
of blood
is a bible
is a hurricane
is a soothsayer,
My lovers pussy
is a battle cry
is a prayer
is lunch
is wealthy
is happy
is on teevee
has a sense of humor
has a career
has a cup of coffee
goes to work
meditates
is always alone
knows my face
knows my tongue
knows my hands
is an alarmist
has lousy manners
knows her mind
I always put
my pussy in the middle
of trees
like a waterfall
a piece of jewelry
that I wear
on my chest
like a badge
in America
so my lover & I
can be safe
Free is the only price my broke ass can afford, since I work at a swank bar whose customers are all to busy in this heated summer on their yats, summer villas, or enjoying gay mainstream pride.
I found this poem by Eileen Myles, that I more than luv. So, in honor of Pride and the fact that assimilation is one of the neuroses of our civilization:
I Always Put My Pussy...
I always put my pussy
in the middle of trees
like a waterfall
like a doorway to God
like a flock of birds
I always put my lover's cunt
on the crest
of a wave
like a flag
that I can
pledge my
allegiance
to. This is my
country. Here,
when we're alone
in public.
My lovers pussy
is a badge
is a night stick
is a helmet
is a deer's face
is a handful
of flowers
is a waterfall
is a river
of blood
is a bible
is a hurricane
is a soothsayer,
My lovers pussy
is a battle cry
is a prayer
is lunch
is wealthy
is happy
is on teevee
has a sense of humor
has a career
has a cup of coffee
goes to work
meditates
is always alone
knows my face
knows my tongue
knows my hands
is an alarmist
has lousy manners
knows her mind
I always put
my pussy in the middle
of trees
like a waterfall
a piece of jewelry
that I wear
on my chest
like a badge
in America
so my lover & I
can be safe
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mayer, and so was I, so we all decided to
love one another once upon a time. she
is great poet, and prose books like chelsea
girls are more than formidable. she can do
what she wants in either prose or verse.
we had an all irish night once at st. mark's,
and she showed up in her catholic girl school's
uniform four sizes too small for her, so her skirt
was about half way up her gorgeous ass. and
than this brit poet said something about you know those irish, and she popped him right in
the nose. truly. someone came up to me as the organizer and said "eileen just popped simon petit in the nose" great, I cried. nothing but props from me for eileen, man, eileen rocks.
no, are there phony impeachment schools out
there? I want the real thing. NOW. working on
that at the moment. love to you, my dearest of
pals, and one and only gay girl friend. well, i
haven't really asked, there could be more. but your the first queer I went totally dear for. no i don't know that means. i just want to sound
sexy where sex itself isn't possible. poor me. bc.
you've long known about my crush, etc.
[Edited on Jun 26, 2005 9:39PM]