Queer Poems - Tumblr Posts
Everyone says they would rather skip the small talk
Get to the deep stuff
The important things
As though the little things are not the entrance to the heart
The cracks and crevices not the softer way
To make home in ones affection
Over breaking open the ornate doors
Of their chambers
Leaving them bleeding out
So tell me
How you take your eggs
And that ponytails make your scalp itch
Tell me how long it takes you to drive to work
And where you like to sit on the train
Talk to me about weather
And about how you keep forgetting to take out the trash
So that one day when I show up with a cup of tea just the way you like it
And we talk the long path home
Just past the mural you love on 22nd street
You will know
Just how important
The little things are
To me
When they belong to you
~ i met her in September
when i dip my feet into her glist'ning waters, my mind fades away i run my hands over its currents, counting each ripple that threads through my fingers, counting the waves that wash over me and in this simple moment i’ve found solace
the peace in drowning, feral kenyon, 2020
“Ahead of your time.”
An aromantic poem by Angel (All Pronouns).
Aromantic culture is viewing love as everything. And then nothing at the same time.
Is seeing love as fraternal, parental, platonic, friendly, grandparently, and also recognizing that it can also be none of those.
It's viewing the most simple thing in the world, like a little water puddle and thinking “how many amazing memories does this amount of water holds?”
It's having basic empathy and kindness to everything. From a old woman who says a very warm good morning to you to a little street cat that probably has 3 skin diseases, but you don't care and you're gonna pet it anyway.
It's looking at all of this variety, and then looking back to alloromantics fight to see if it's the lover or the friend who has the priority on the relationships and thinking “y'all are seriously stuck in that mindset?”
Aromantic culture is.... Being ahead of your time comparing to your peers.
You say the acceptance of my gender is the rejection of femininity
But why am I the bad guy for wearing a skirt with my beard
As you barate and harass kids and teens for ignoring the gender norms you swear to disdain
You said as a woman I could grow up to be anything so why can't I be a pretty boy
Does my sex decide my clothes my hair my jobs my name my fate
We are not enemies despite what you believe