#androgyny
That week was so hot,
every shotgun house gasped,
windows flung,
screen doors striking wooden frames,
the squawk of rusty springs.
Touching skin felt like punishment
at first,
then penance,
then prayer.
We were thin, androgynous,
switching cut-off jeans,
sharing tank tops,
slick with sweat and shaved ice.
Strays ourselves,
barefoot thieves,
pirates of the quarter.
Hibiscus syrup stained our mouths
outside the Prytania,
where The Abyss flickered
and you cried like a boy
pretending he didn’t.
Inside your walk-up,
we dipped into quiet love
like bread in stew.
The radio’s crackle carried The Ink Spots,
which I recognized but couldn’t name.
You mouthed every note like a secret
you wanted me to guess.
Faint smiling lines near your eyes
from knowing,
like you’d seen me
long before we met.
Not woman,
not man,
just two bodies
leaning toward the same heat.
I wouldn't see your fall or your winter.
When the seasons change,
I’ll be gone,
back home,
watching rain from a train window,
each drop undoing what we were.
That last night,
you placed your key by the door.
I saw it,
watched it glint,
and said nothing.
The snails were climbing.
The air was too sweet.
You slept through goodbye.
I left the key where it lay.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 3:16 PM UTC
At my bed
Asleep
Bleeding to my feet
Before I spoke I looked into my reflection
In my eyes I see no recollection
Who am I
Will I be loved
Could I possibly believe they’ll never leave
Craving the soft gentle kiss
Something I could never give
I crave an understanding of who I am
What I am
Without explanation
Without expectations
I fear I am too much for femininity
Although I seem to enjoy being a feminist
Always said it was just a dream
To be loved without comparison
To be seen without looking the other way
To be accepted with questions
To be curious of what I have yet to discover
Until then i’m lost
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC
Am I a man or a woman
I have the Y chromosome
the way i look at it
having two X chromosomes makes me fell nice
but unfortunately i cannot ever obtain it
I look androgynous from the outside
BUT people in the world have so much to say about it
i wear a bit of makeup and their y chromosome they don't even have gets gets triggered
guess what
EVEN YOU HAVE AN X CHROMOSOME HAHA
BUT YOU'RE TOO UNEDUCATED TO BE AWARE OF SUCH THINGS
androgyny for life
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 6:28 AM UTC
you don’t shy away;
that’s my favourite thing about you
you’re comfortable in your skin,
or under pounds of cake,
in your ripped jeans and cropped tops,
sneakers or wedged heels
handsome in dresses
pretty in suits
shades of pink and blue
gender norms have got nothin’ on you.
comfortable. safe. confident.
that is you.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
I rise dandy and gay, darling
Carelessly waving away the past
Shining against the cruel light
I am washed and anew
I am a surging black tide
Strutting between smoky darkness
Wearing a harlequin dress
Bathing in the light of the dew
I am femme, and I am fatale
Follow me down the winding corridor
Twisting, snarling, enticing, enthralling
Into the land where flames brew
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:21 AM UTC
A small platoon of beauty,
Lovely boygirls with tiny *****
Posing like Vogue models
And doing dancing tricks
So, hot. So pretty, but not
In the slightest masculine;
No attempt to be butch,
They revel in being feminine.
They’re better at it than girls
Being more of a success
Than all the ** movie stars
In ten thousand dollar dresses.
Such pretty smooth faces, traces
Of ancestry and cool breeding
For thousands of screaming teens
Wishing they were breeding.
They wish these boys were closer
So they could caress and kiss
Close enough so they could not
Avoid, so the teens could not miss.
They want to carefully tarnish them,
These angels of flashing bright lights,
And cuddle them, snuggle them
If only for one youthful, sensuous night.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Some walk the line
Between a woman and a man.
If god got a do-over
Would he do the same again?
Or would some afterthought
Bring about a badly needed change
That causes confusion
So some use the epithet “strange”?
How do people so often ignore
The amazing leaders and creators,
Proof they’ve been shown before
That different people can be world beaters.
People have cheered for decades
Those strong women who compete in sports.
For centuries men of feminine type
Felt they’ve needed to sink to life’s last resorts.
For no reason that makes sense
Parents have dealt unremitting hate to their kids.
Some of them take it personally
As if it is the result of something evil they did.
Demands were made unthinkingly
To change they way they had to behave
And too often the orders came from
The unsuccessful directives of “Jesus Saves”.
So here they are, suffering daily
The children who live as god made them
And society, for no good reason
Chooses to call them names and evade them.
There is nothing wrong with them
These beautiful people living on the line
Who act and live their lovely lives
The way nature has defined.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
He said “Cult of Simultaneity”
in such a sultry way
it made we want to kiss him
in that “Gay guys are attracted to me”
sort of way.
An English major taking an
upper level history course
as an elective—
When he smiled at you
in one-on-one conversation
his Irish emerald eyes gleamed between
slits (as he squinted his eyes
in a merry, amiable way).
He wore silk dress shirts and vests
every day with pressed tapered
black dress pants and
gleaming black oxfords.
His well-trimmed red beard
enwreathing the doorway to his mouth
made his lips (full, lush;
I swear they were glossed)—
evermore tantalizing.
I gave him a cute nickname
that was just his name shortened
but with a y, like Jimmy
and Bobby and
I hope he liked it—
He spoke with such finesse
carefully enunciating every syllable
running his tongue smoothly
across his teeth lips and
the roof of his mouth
free of spit and stutter—
every phoneme imbued
with his placid charm,
I ate every crumb
with my eyes glued to him
across the classroom—
Vain and straight,
straight in vain.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
The polish dripping on,
Spreads its wings like a swan.
Flash that skirt,
It doesn't hurt.
Looking so pristine,
Independent queen.
Face lays brightly bare,
Concealed by pithy hair.
Don't you shave,
It's what you crave.
Looking rough and mean,
Independent king.
The lines begin to blur.
Rigid roles grow dimmer.
Epicene,
Tear down the screen.
Authenticity,
Who you want to be.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
Do you know how it feels to be free
To wake up and be able to live
The life you have always had visions of
Is now yours to live just like you dreamed
You can look any way that you want to
Be as beautiful as you imagined you could be
Wear colors and styles once forbidden
But now waiting for you to slip in
You can look in the mirror and smile now
For you truly fit into your skin
It's as though a light shines all around you
All because you chose not to fit in.
by Lj Mark 2015
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC