February 2012
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natashavc:
we who are your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting
as a group to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
frustration discontent and
torture
by neither loving you
as much as you want
nor cutting you adrift
In plain sight
Sometimes I can spot a femme a mile away, even in trackpants. Hard to describe, but I know it when I feel it. A certain curl of lip, or an almost too-long look hello. But sometimes it is hard to tell, especially if I’m not looking. Sometimes the radar is muted outside of gayland or a super queer literary thing, in places you don’t go looking for femmes, necessarily. But there they are....
