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If creating the collage at all is problematic, Then I stand guilty with the rest of you. But few are truly under the illusion that it is the template that is at stake; It's the contents. Your intentions don't pass. I hear there are tips for that online. Gender may be evil, but I have one. I am every man I have ever loved, Every wise and older mentor. And I am a part of me so young I forgot he still lived, Someone locked away From puberty on. Age thrown violently out of orbit. The cashier at the movie theater Asks for ID. And I am every man I have loved in a way forbidden between men, Every flat plane of chest I longed for in a monstrous way. Be him or **** him, A game I used to play. Heteronormative, the lot of us! Gender is indeed constructed, And none of us are spared. Am I to be blamed For seizing the trowel Before the mortar dried?
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
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If creating the collage at all is problematic, Then I stand guilty with the rest of you. But few are truly under the illusion that it is the template that is at stake; It's the contents. Your intentions don't pass. I hear there are tips for that online. Gender may be evil, but I have one. I am every man I have ever loved, Every wise and older mentor. And I am a part of me so young I forgot he still lived, Someone locked away From puberty on. Age thrown violently out of orbit. The cashier at the movie theater Asks for ID. And I am every man I have loved in a way forbidden between men, Every flat plane of chest I longed for in a monstrous way. Be him or **** him, A game I used to play. Heteronormative, the lot of us! Gender is indeed constructed, And none of us are spared. Am I to be blamed For seizing the trowel Before the mortar dried?
"Gender is a kind of imitation for which there is no original..." --Judith Butler, Gender Trouble Can be read as a response to TERFs or those who are "trans critical." Originally published on allpoetry.com under the same handle.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
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