they censor the word queer like it’s something that needs to be kept unsaid
something that’s offensive
funny cause queer is who I am
forget the fact that I don’t feel like I fit under any of the letters in glbt
why do they want to mark our differences anyways?
“No you’re a G!”
“I’m a B.”
“Oh and he’s a T..”
There is a difference between recognizing identities and being divided.
Queer doesn’t rank people in order of importance.
Queer isn’t always white gay and rich.
Queer doesn’t sound like a sandwich.
I heard a person say that loving a disabled body was the queerest thing you could do
My friends decided that this was t-shirt message material
Forget the fact that I love women,
The curves, the fierceness, the power to express any sentiment
I love crooked disabled bodies even more
I guess that makes me as queer as queer can be
Society tells us we’re deformed
American “Ugly laws” used to keep us out of public sight
We’re broken, we’re twisted
They want us to believe we have DO NOT USE warning label plastered across our face
Like we’re not supposed to desire, touch, or love
What a lie
If we do fuck, if we do kiss, it’s only in the quiet softness of a movie
a non-disabled person showing “kindness” by loving a disabled person
The audience is supposed to go “aww love really CAN conquer all”
Or feel squishy, hot-cheeked and uncomfortable.
You know you want to have a blind guy go “come here girl, I want to touch your face and see you”
you know you want to see if we picked up an extra sense
because we’re missing a limb
something like that
Oh maybe I wasn’t supposed to think these thoughts…
this poem is based on the idea that loving disabled bodies is radical because it’s so taboo and sexually/socially deviant. biodiverse resistance and conversations with friends are what inspired these thoughts.