In my Heart, my Head
Your intellect and appetite for lusting, drive a hurricane through these gates of mine.
These hands can’t hold the sand of love that’s pouring from our bonding.
I hope you understand that I’ve got no ill intentions, when I sex you with plain words and text you in raw embraces.
You’re the one for me.
Baby, you got me in your smiles, you in my pocket, full of glee. Now I’m here going through pictures, wow I am so lucky.
Baby why you fretting? Don’t doubt my approach, sincerely. You’re the one for me.
You melt my icy heart when you texted “I smile in my heart, my head” every time you think about me. Taking digital illustrations of moments so you can share them, with me, so we can be, together constantly.
Oh baby, you’re the one for me.
Lose Control
I woke, gazed from the mesquite, roamed beneath your sweltering face, shook pain and ran with tuna clinging in my prickly hands.
The Queen of your existential pleasures, I dive down on high tide, ebbing on whether to make love with your quirky majestic dreams.
Skip merrily towards me, trip on my brush ridden desert trails, gather fire dragons and sip on my puckering lips for sustenance.
Don’t try to put your hurt on me, I can’t go on with a little bit of love, fleeting from frustration stronger than seeking stimuli, oh misery.
I damn myself to wear iron on my heart, love me dearly, conscious of taunting illusions, heat clung on these teary eyes.
I am the man of your dreams, sinking fleets on your oceans, floating on the link between you and me, I’ve lost control as your sea faring Queen.
Gay people are born into and belong to every society in the world. They are all ages, all races, all faiths. They are doctors and teachers, farmers and bankers, soldiers and athletes. And whether we know it, or whether we acknowledge it, they are our family, our friends, and our neighbors. Being gay is not a western invention. It is a human reality.
This quote needs to be spread around more; I don’t think enough people understand this.
I agree, this quote should circulate more, if not for the truth at least for some damn comedy (because it’s very ironic that moralistic idiots use this notion of choice against the lgbtq community.
(via sinful-purity)
Wow, this video made me think, it was very blunt and insightful haha. What about those of us who are pansexual (idk wtf i am, so this label is easiest to cling to) and agnostic(?)? I recently gave up institutionalized religion (Catholicism) and instead veered towards a personal bond with God, Christ, the Virgin Mary (I’m Mexican so it’s somewhat genetically embedded in my DNA) and whatever hi-fiving saints that roam around…wait does that make me a pagan >_>’. I don’t know. This whole religion thing is confusing, parting with it is like a divorce (HEART-ACHE) and I don’t want to give up my faith, just the institutions. If that makes sense. *le sigh* It’s hard enough to be intellectually curious, naturally inclined to rebel against authority, and faithful all at once, adding the fact that I date gay men and people who are transgendered is just a mega-fuck-this-shitty-ordeal to the zillionth power.
I’m still a Queen
I don’t walk with storied swagger, I am not that feminine, if that would matter.
I do have a lisp but I’ve had it since I was in diapers. Super funny to even state this but I prefer a hand gun to a designer purse.
You wouldn’t guess I date guys. I’m not closeted, what is this 1986? I don’t find need for a disguise.
I kiss lovers in public, I’ve done so since I was a teen. I’ve had the guts to be myself in patriarchy’s face but I’m still a Queen.
There’s no shame to that, my presence hasn’t given heteros a heart attack- yet.
Like my father told me “you have hair on your balls, stand up for yourself!” I’ve worn that phrase as a tattoo for my well being is my greatest wealth.
Living as I please, in a rough, nose-y world isn’t as easy as it seems.
Be I a boxer, a soldier, a firefighter, be I whatever I may Be, to everyone else I’m still a Queen.
Well you know what? This Queen will wear his crown and still have guts.
Life is too short, too precious, too beautiful to absorb all that is malicious.
I’ll live with more balls than those who criticize, preach, stare, or jeer. I won’t live a tragedy, in the dark, I’ll be a Queen Nefertiti or Elizabeth I, not a King Lear.
I am my own person, I date whoever I want, changing myself to please others I can not.
So repeat: Life is too short, too precious, too full of meaning. I can’t live in any shadows, ashamed, for there exists a Queen within me.
Bridal Affair
Oh her face, an oil painting with hues of pink and silk. Her bust, it glistens and blinds with beams of Zeus- small mountains are tamed by embroidery, pearls, and lace.
Jolting…and mechanically in sync, her eyes meet, greet, and smile. I remember that night, she drove my rivers dry and soaked my saharas- regions of my soul laid ravaged and I in eurphoric Rapture. Our lips leaped and fell on one another, my hands ran and discovered and tasted, and my toes convulsed as we climaxed throughout the night- on my bedsheets lay your scent and on my pillows your lipstick.
Now here I stand, admiring God’s perfect creation. Her locks were picked up and swirled, and a pin decorated with crystal gems held it up with the gentle grip of an unadulterated angel. Her back is perfect, Absolutely perfect, and it curves so lusciously and I wish I could undo her wretched girdle and reveal her sculptured back.
I’d kiss her shoulders and reach for her breasts- I’d dance behind her and twirl her so they could face me.
I’m counting the pearls on her train, the stitching on the veil is so intricate, and her contracting body with the natural waltz of every breath- this is all driving me so mad.
The procession of vows occurs and like a stab (a joust! a dagger, a twisting and slashing) she says with a frail folding of the lips, “I do” and I the fiery lover-turned-maid-of-honor lose her only to status and title, but in our hearts we’ll forever be true.
Thoughts of a queer
I live on the colorful metropolis of Laredo, Texas and I can see a bustling Mexico from my backyard. Though I live in a city where the sun indiscriminately scorches all throughout the year, shadows play in plain sight. I see many who have to meticulously brand themselves and engage in shady rituals with invisible masques, and hide their identity. I live in a city where I was called the exception, because I came out at an early age to my mother and my family accepted me even while heavily religious. I love Laredo, I cried and was in agonizing emotional distress when I visited Houston this summer for a week. I was in culture shock, I wanted to taste my people, I wanted to paint scenes in my local tongue, I wanted to go back. Even then, I detest the treatment of the LGBT community by many Laredoans. We may not be in the darkest times of yesteryears, but we still suffer. My transgendered partner gets looks, comments thrown at, and religiously pious snobbery with simple yet whiplashing actions- a hmmph and a stare down. I remember clearly when going over a survey in my local university when I was a part of the Gay and Straight Alliance when I read the question in the ball park of “what do you think of the LGBT community?” One answer: You’re satan. El diablo! Things are getting better, I feel like I’m in the cross roads of changing times. I’ve had to answer out of sheer audacity, nerve, disgust, disappointment, and outright duty when peers in my class room engaged in ignorant discussions about gay behavior, culture and sexuality. “I heard that gays have sex only in missionary positions or doggy style [because they’re feminine in nature]…I think gay sex is gross.” (Human sexuality course) To these I replied very sternly and made it quite personal in answering that I am not feminine, and that gay sex is as complex as being gay itself. Heads turned, and the room stayed quiet. “I am a Republican and a Christian, I believe Homosexuality is a sin blah blah blah.” Not only was my blood boiling in this social conflict course, but the ass hole didn’t belong in this course, he was invited by the girl giving the presentation on gay issues. I quickly shot back and, again, the room stayed quiet and heads turned as I basically framed my argument that ‘Christians picked and chose what they believed (and that we don’t live in a theocracy like Iran). Several people after the course apologized for their comments and others said they agreed with what I said. I was ecstatic because the professor gave a speech after our discussion and proclaimed her support of gay rights based on her past experiences. In the summer of 2010, I had the privilege and the honor to be the keynote speaker for the Custom and Border Protection’s LGBT history month in June 2010. I had an overarching theme of civil rights, and hopefully had people thinking by invoking religion (Jesus never condemned, unless it was a corrupt institution ;]), stereotypes (I had laughs when I said just because I’m of Mexican descent doesn’t mean I dance la cucaracha or eat beans every day, and compared it to people thinking gays are all feminine or homogeneous in any way), love when I spoke about family while my mother was present, and lastly I said that the LGBT community would not give up its fight. Surprisingly, a lot of people came up to me and told me their stories, congratulations, and thanks. I tend to be very shy, introverted, and keep to myself a whole lot. However, when it comes to this issue (and the issue of poverty, but that’s another story) I become impassioned and I quickly spring to action. I will make Laredo, of South Texas, a better place for those like me and I know that one day, I’ll look back and feel proud that I made a difference in at least one person’s life. God bless this city and I will never leave it because if I do, I will feel like I cheated and gave up on the mission that God sent me to do: bring progress.
