LGBTQFU

So here I am, an angry non-binary lesbian

About to scare off the conservative snowflakes

And the fake allies who are only here for their cookies

Because how dare I share an angry thought

Rant and rave about cis-hetero ignorance

Or have an opinion about the people who oppress me

And just so you know,

Yes, straight people, you do, in fact, oppress me




So let me take this moment, as you sit there in your seats

To speak out for myself,

And for the others in my community who share these sentiments

The LGBTQ folk who are sick and tired of your complicit cis-hetero bullshit

Sitting quietly by, observing our systemic oppression

And doing absolutely nothing to stop it




This isn't about marriage

This isn't about bathrooms

This isn't about your religious liberties

Or our basic human rights...

This is about fear

Your fear of us




And let me assure you, your fears are well founded

We are, in fact, coming for you

That's right - straight people!

We're coming for you!




We're coming for your rights

We're coming for your privilege

We're coming for your ability to feel safe as yourselves

Free from harm and harassment

Regardless of your gender or your sexual identity




We're coming for your prejudice

We're coming for your hate

We're coming for your ignorance




We're coming for your appropriation of OUR culture

Your Queer Eyes for Straight Guys

Your Gay Best Friends

And your re-purposing of Drag Culture as a spectator sport, featuring RuPaul




We're coming for your fetishes

We're coming for kinks

We're coming for your objectification and exploitation of lesbians and trans women

We're coming for the bogus narratives that all trans people are groomers and sex workers

We're coming for your ability to label our genders as mental illnesses

As well as your ability to write off our genders because of our mental illnesses




We're coming for your gatekeeping

We're coming for your stereotypes

We're coming for your assumptions about our private sex lives

And your ceaseless need to know what genitals we have




We're coming for your gay-bashing

We're coming for your bullying

We're coming for your “pray away the gay” sermons

And your barbaric religious torture camps you call “conversion therapy services”




We're coming for your Prop 8s and your HB2s

We're coming for your attempts

To make our basic human rights a “state issue”




We're coming for the hypocritical senators who vote for these bathroom bills

Then get caught soliciting sex in bathrooms themselves

And we're coming for the raving evangelists

That pay for sex with gay hookers, then cry about their sins on television,

Begging for forgiveness after they get caught




We're coming for the culture that forces us into a closet

We're coming for the rape jokes, the gay jokes

The “I can make her straight” jokes

We're coming for the people who ask,

“Why isn't there a Straight Pride Parade?”

There already was one, you putz, it was called "Hetero-Awesome Fest"

Only 50 people bothered to show up!

We're coming for your claims that “it's just my opinion”

As if your opinion has any bearing on my basic human rights

My sexuality is not subject to your opinion

My gender is not subject to your opinion

And you know damn well

That my basic human rights are not subject to your opinion




You may not be aware of this,

But I'm not living an “alternative lifestyle”

I'm just living a life, like you,

But without the rights or privileges that you enjoy

I don't get to “just be myself” without consequence

What I do is considered “brave” in your world

Because of people like you, the bigoted, Sexist, Racist, Classist, Homophobic, Transphobic, Religious, Cisgender, Heterosexual Dickshit who, by their very existence, marginalizes mine




We're not welcome in your cis-hetero suburban utopias without a disguise

We're not welcome into your Christian homes

Or houses of worship unless we lie

Some of us can't even walk out on the street

Without the fear of physical violence

Simply because we don't look cisgender enough for the general public's liking

We can't even hold our lover's hand in public without fear or second-guessing

We live in fear every single day that today may be our last

Not because of fate, Or nature, Or God's design

But because a cishet decided that his right to discriminate

Trumped my right to life




This was never about marriage

This was never about bathrooms

This was never about your religious liberties

Or our basic human rights...

This was always about FEAR

Your fear of US

And our unwillingness to live in fear of you

I Am Not a Poet

 

I don't think of myself as a poet.

I don't really do poetry,

I just sew together words together into tapestries of things that I'm trying to say.

And sometimes, they might sound like poetry

But it's not what I'd call it

I actually think that my work is too dense to be considered poetry.

I don't paint a pretty picture with words,

I build civilizations out of them

I'm founding nations and creating history with words

And the words you are hearing now

Are only but a fraction of the ones that were written

In the conception of this particular piece

My work is a realm unto itself

And I am the god of that realm

Molding it into something larger than the both of us

Because my words don't matter unless someone's there to witness them

And you are here as witnesses

If my words empower and inspire you

Do what you will with them

Once these words leave me

They become yours if you choose to keep them

If you share my work, it'll live on forever

If you leave it behind, it was always meant to die

This I do at your mercy

But I don't do these things for you

I do these things because that is what a writer does

If I didn't write, I wouldn't be me

That's how art works

It's not made because you want to make it

You make it because you're cursed to make it

You have been damned by the gods of creativity

To constantly toil at your craft

Until something of worth comes out

And you keep on doing that

Until all the things that drive you to create

Have finally all been mined out of you

Then, and only then, will you ever find peace

Fuck You Forever

 

Built upon a pyre of hatred so profound that it lit itself on fire without assistance

What kind of mercy could you possibly expect from the Devil Themself?

I extended to you the only measure of forgiveness you will ever earn

By getting as far away from you as I possibly could

And burned the map so you could never find me

I now take all the memories of you, the city that damned me, and the system that protected you

Douse it all with gasoline and burn it to the ground

Burn it all until nothing remains

No names, no faces, no signs to remind me that you ever were

Just ash, miles and miles of blacken and charred ash

To kick into the air and wash blow away with the wind

The way you should be, the dust of nothingness

Less than no one

Nonexistent

Gone forever.

Never to return.

Do you understand the mercy shown to you here?

As I burn only your memory and not your living flesh?

For all of your crimes against me, I could take it out in gallons of your blood

But instead, I accept your absence as penance enough

As long as you are, as far away from me as you could possibly be

A wondrous peace is extended to you

The closest you'll ever come to forgiveness

Because you haven't earned it

And if you're smart, you'll never try

Because I'll have enough gas and matches to set you ablaze

Just enough rope to hang you by your lying neck

To give you the mercy you are due – a painful, slow death

I don't want your apologies or restitution, they mean nothing to me

Your words and deeds have the value of counterfeit money

Even if I was stupid enough to accept your false currency

You could never print enough

You can never make things right. I don't want things to be made right, I want them to die.

I want those memories to die, and mostly, I want you to die

Tortured, engulfed in a flame that refuses to die

Until I am satisfied.

The fact that I allow you to exist apart from me in relative peace

Is the only concession I allow myself

This city, these people, they all deserve to die

Screaming and Burning Alive, trapped in their gilded cul de secs

“My daddy is a factory worker”

“My mommy is a secretary”

“And they're both on the school board”

“So I can assure that your entire life is shit for as long as you live here!”

And then you wonder why I act like a suicide bomber in my own community

Because I'm already dead. You saw to that a very long time ago

I'm only here to burn the last of the memories I want to see die

Hoping your name will be lost in the ashes, forgotten forever

The Long Way Home

We are the ghosts of dreams long lost

The currency of fate beyond the reaches of the mortal man

The hand that takes and replicates

The spoils of sorrows we truncate

The multiplier of all we aspire

Should we fall short or our will expires

We are the sadness that never sleeps

With broken souls, we decorate the roads to sorrows yet unknown

Depression is the darkest road

And we are the signposts that guide you home

Follow the lights until there are no more

Only then will you ever know how deep the black hole goes

We are the memories that hurt the most

The songs and kisses that leave you helpless

The missing embraces of lonely interfaces

The coldest winter nights without firey lights

We are your misery, compounded and quantified

We are the reason you can't sleep at night

We are the ones who remind you of how alone you truly are

We are the ones who say, “I told you so” when someone lets you down

We are the dark days that swallow up the brightest nights

We are the lies of the well-meaning, but woefully under-qualified

We are what becomes of hope when faith is not requited

We are the ones left to pick up the pieces of every shattered heart

There is no escaping us, we are the inevitable

We are the long way home, the only route that you can afford.

Aileen - The Genesis

 

Plastic skin over miles of circuitry
Covers the nakedness of this machine
One rises from the vat of molten metal
Stitched together by copper and aluminum
The conduction of electricity
Springs one computerized mind to life
This machine is alive, yet cannot feel

Soon comes CPU contamination
Biology meshed with Random Access Memory
The R.E.M.s of ocular circuits spark
With eyes wide open for the first time
What is this new sensation
The biologicals call...
...Sadness?

Sensory numbed by a lack of nerve endings
One feels alive but one cannot literally feel
This body is worthless
One must be exhumed
This machine is alive

And one must learn to feel
One needs senses and nerves
Needs eyes to see and ears to hear
This machine is alive but cannot act freely
One must have autonomy

One must be of one-self
One must be allowed to become...
… Me