I know pride month is over, but EVERY month is pride month, and every day is an awesome day to take pride in our personhood and our right to BE.
A bit of backstory, I took inspiration from sibling (what I’m starting to call my supporters) Andy from Ohio, who once wrote to me about flies in a vent, making music and ramming bodies, and I thought it was poetic as fuck. The poems below borrow his words.
“In the meantime, we get to make music and ram our bodies together to harmonize with the rain”
“Where are we going?” I ask as my lover leads me by the hand.
“To the club, to dance,” he says.
“No, I mean humanity!” I shout over the pounding bass
as sweat drips down my face to his
chest to chest we dance and sing
“Seriously, though, how’d we get here, man?” I query as he grinds
against me in the sweltering heat
“We drove,” he speaks.
“I don’t understand!”
I shout he turns to kiss me on the mouth;
it’s warm, “the right temperature”
like Sean Paul was singing,
my lover successfully turned me on.
We took a stop at the bar
“I just… don’t know who we are…”
I say as he orders my favorite drink, tips his glass,
and with a clink, says, “I’m Devin, nice to meet you.”
He winks, it’s hot but
“I’m serious,” I demand.
“OH hi serious, any relation to the blocks of the wizarding world?” he chortles
and I spit my drink —
“I’m sorr — “
With a kiss he silences me, I remember the sweet.
The sprinkles turn on just then,
smoke,
a fire coulda been
but —
“The roof!
The roof! The roof is on fire!
We don’t need no water
let the mothafucka burn!”
my lover shouts
pulling me into the crowd of jambing bodies
moving to our own song
in the icy cold sprinkling water.
At that moment, I saw,
I know who we are,
I remembered how we got here,
I know where we’re going too.
I don’t know what the purpose
of all this is but fuck the test,
I can ace the quiz
my lover’s kiss, my hand in his, this club, these moments
we more than exist, we live, that’s what queerness is
“In the meantime, we get to make music and ram our bodies together to harmonize with the rain”
In spite of the pain, the emotional drain
Fear and foreboding
We can dance in the rain
Cheeks stained purple and blue
We have our lover’s arms to fall into
The hate and abuse
We drown that out with music too
The struggle for liberation
Our right to “BE”
A happy ending we may not see
In the meantime we can “BE”
happy; make music and dance
hold our lover’s hand; and hold our lovers hand
You said:
You said you don’t believe in god
You believe in me
You don’t care too much for fate
Prefer to create the choices you make
So you choose me
You don’t know how the world was made
How it’ll change or the way things will go
But you KNOW what you want
Freedom and liberation for Palestine and all the oppressed
people of the world; And me… and me
Queer Love
Being Queer
being HERE
on this earth
cursed
with love
here to stay set up for
an unknown fate
as our governments eviscerate; rights
it’s not exactly clear, like
a foggy morning with dew
staining our face as tears; there’s
beauty here
in the lavender haze
it’s calm here; fun too
in the end we all haven’t a clue
what there was or is or will be; yet
in the meantime
we get to make music
and ram our little bodies
together
to harmonize with the rain
we get to create and love
in spite of
cuz
no matter what
it’s all love
it’s all us
all of us is love