"transsexual" poems
I. Sexuality (textbook definition) - capacity for ****** feelings.
II. Sexuality (urban dictionary) - having been born liking either males or females. Sexuality encompasses being gay, bi, straight, lesbian, *********** or transgendered. Sexuality is the drive designed in humans to what they are attracted to. Most people mistake the word lifestyle for sexuality which is why there is ignorance in our country.
III. Sexuality (to homophobes) - a sin unless you like your opposite gender. No exploring your sexuality before marriage. If your sexuality is anything but straight you're going to hell.
What is sexuality when you develop a sexuality before you even know what *** is?
How is something a sin when it's developed before you reach kindergarten?
I knew I liked girls before I knew how read.
How did I choose to be gay when I have no recolation of ever making that decision?
So the question I come to ask myself is what, I rather how is sexuality?
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
F
M
Agender
Androgyne
Androgynous
Bigender
Cis
Cisgender
Cisgender female
Cisgender male
FTM
Gender fluid
Gender non-confirming
Gender questioning
Gender variant
Gender queer
Intersex
MTF
Neither
Neurosis
Non binary
Other
Pan gender
Trans
Trans*
Trans female
Trans* female
Trans male
Trans* male
Trans feminine
Trans musculine
Transgender
Transgender female
Transgender male
Transgender musculine
Transgender feminine
***********
*********** female
*********** male
Two spirit
And
"Turquoise green tertiary spirited Eskimo"
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
oh right...
back in h'america it's called
patriotism -
but 'ere, over, Here -
it's called nationalism...
back on the old continent
where and when all politics
is far-right mantra
and then you have
your Victoria and Abdul -
love the curry...
but like the **** said...
i'd prefer the aura and sauna
of the...
don't get me wrong:
i love the food...
but watching the Indian caste
system?
of Indians employing slaves
to build their upper-middle-class homes?
more tanned?
oh, you mean the Sri Lankan
or the Bangladeshi poor ********
sorry... i thought all slave
owners were white...
no?
oh...
alright...
**** you then!
because?
next time you ask...
i'll do what the Nazis did to the ********
i'll twist the star of David sideways...
exposing the prayer mat
and an opened book...
and, as far as i am concerned,
Islam is equivalent to the bubonic plague...
now...
compare the geographic literature
and spot the quarantine areas on a map
that constitutes Europe.
i'd rather die...
than fiddle with a phallus for
a taste of the Arabian quasi
harem orchestra of... absolute...
********
Arabian women?
fat hands...
their hands are too fat...
they have to inter-breed to
get rid of their
farmers' market of
fudge fingers and knuckles...
Arabian women expose
what is the most **** aspect
of a woman's body...
their hands...
Arab women have pork chops
for fingers...
and i'm not even sorry
making this observation...
fatty extensions
that you wish could at least
succumb to the esteem
of a pork head terrine.
Arab women can wear their niqab,
or whatever the hell they wear...
one problem...
FAT..... HANDS...
FAT.... FINGERS...
hell, hide them...
these women are worth half the erection's
worth in the *********** market of
feminine hands...
Arab women are no possessed with
geisha hands... porcelain architecture...
they're not tender... slight, polite...
the hands of Arab women are
the hands of European women...
who have a legitimate sway on arable
land, that is fertile with either
potatoes or cabbage;
well...
fat fingers eager to harvest ginger
(roots) -
what can i say...
no matter the diamond,
or the European *****
the hand is still looking
readily available to milk a ******* camel.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
∅⚢☢⚧☯✰⚩✿⚥∅☢⚧☯✰⚢✿⚥☠⚩☯⚧✰
Too little and of course, too late
they spend what’s left imprudently
attempting to alleviate
the love of God’s own liberty:
The world transexual one-party state.
They think it’s normal — right for all
lost in a prideful dying fall
their lions heed the sea-horse call
attempting to transgender fate;
the devil searches for a mate
his nightly Babylonian date:
the world transexual one-party state.
They’ll legislate the Lord away
(his fundie followers as well)
their hateful heaven, holy hell
shall wither up and disappear
before redemption can draw near.
Their myths no more shall obfuscate
nor dangle such celestial bait
that underwriters overrate:
the world transexual one-party state.
Their antichrist is overpriced,
the nations, globally enticed,
now glorify the deviance
in herd-like mass obedience
surrendering to expedience:
where good is bad, and bad is great
and Christ the only one to hate,
allegiances exacerbate
the world *********** one-party state.
Parties will form and parties end
but parties can no more defend
consolidation into one
than flip a switch and dark the sun;
the Caesars left this part undone
the Muslims are just having fun
with our *********** one-party state.
Bring on the night until we see
that dark means dimming by degree
two parties? Overdone by one !
So let it bleed and let it be
till One is All and all agree
that we are doomed to hesitate
when God cannot resuscitate
the late One-World *********** State.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Confliction,
Deception,
Introspection,
Retrospection,
Contraception,
Reflection,
Who art thou?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Bicurious,
Heterosexual,
Bisexual,
***********
Demisexual,
Asexual,
Homosexual,
Alone,
Joined,
Separated,
Unison,
Loneliness,
Together,
Rambling,
Scrambling,
Galloping,
Struggling,
Basking,
Scattered,
Are My Thoughts.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
We live a life of secrecy,
It is not our choice,
Society makes us outcasts,
Some do not accept us,
Others judge us,
We are true to ourselves,
We were born this way,
We are gay,
Lesbians,
Bisexuals,
Transgender,
***********
We are drag queens,
We are weird,
Different,
Original,
We are true,
No one can change that,
Whether they judge,
Scream.
Yell,complain,
Or refuse us,
We will stand tall,
And we will be strong.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC
I got your **** right here darlin’
My jaw is the hardest workin’ part of my body
And it never ceases to ***** chomp
Like premature bear trap
I mean lover,
I’ll sing you songs under the covers while you sleep
And wake you up
While standing over you lookin’ possessed like a bad horror film
The light from outside blinds you and blacks out my front
And maybe you won’t ever talk to me again
Been known to do that
Scare people off
With everything I do
This aint neediness love,
I just get so excited when you talk to me
Like a kid ready to run his mouth about his day
Me?
I’ll ***** talk your head off
And dance naked in the daylight before I leave
Make you coffee and eggs in the morning because
I can never sleep
Two eggs over easy, a sausage, and some hash browns
I call it my *********** continental
Please laugh for me one more time before I go
Thought there’d be more humor in my breakfast
That’s when you tell me that you can never be with somebody who can never take life seriously
Woman,
I’ll take you so seriously
Like the clap and the ***** we might’a traded
I don’t put people on pedestals because
I like things I can actually reach
Actually hold at night while they fall asleep
Let’s make a baby
Name him Norman
You know I am serious
About the name
not the baby
I’m not a father figure even though my figure aint good for much
Got it in sad clown college
It’s the one people go to when they want to make people laugh
Not because they want people to be happy
But because it’s the only way to get anyone to like them
Just when you tell your friends later
About that one time that I was your lover
Remember
I never wanted to be anywhere close to the best you had
I only wanted to be your favorite
The guy who can make you laugh and moan at the same time
And pluck your heartstring like a frustrated lullaby
The only guy who can actually make your breakfast *****
And then write you poetry
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
There was many a time I just sat in the corner of that old quiet room.
I loved it there
Just locked up away from the impurities of the world
Playing with the shadows and the imaginary friends of my ever so free creativity
Not knowing that they would soon become my worst enemy
That they would corrupt my mind and expose me to what I was hiding from for so long
I did not dare question it though for the fact that I feared of delving ever more into the darkness
After years that old room turned into the pigs sty of a *********** thirteen year old..who was me...
Always getting yelled at by his mother for wanting to be male and not his biological gender
Always getting hit for being pansexual and falling in love with everyone
Always on his phone and computer
Sending out many corrupting things and plotting many horrid deaths
But never to pursue his nightmarish dreams
Of blood and clowns and killers and laughter
The blank faces and blood red shadows staring at him through the mirror
Always hearing a blank whisper saying his name
His twisted thoughts now playing games
Making him...aka me...seem more insane.
Years from this present time
He...or me...will be alone in an apartment
Almost broke and in college
Trying to fulfill whatever far fetched dream I managed to dream up
But I won't still be okay.
I will be more alone then ever before
Allowing the dreadful shadows and imaginary friends that haunted my childhood to come back and corrupt me again
With no one to help me
Or hear me scream
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
I envy those that have never found themselves asking if they were alone.
To be Frank. I’d have to change my name.
Though if I’m being honest.
It terrifies me.
The thought of you feeling like I do.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
Left to remain
Anything to quell fear
Seized opportunity
Sold soul to fear
Parallel vision
Past and present collide
Time recalled of time without fear
Haunting specter
Wild cry
Wild sound of devotion
Old quest uncovered from the dust
Old wilderness restoring to old glory
Firing from old expended
Reservoirs transferring water
Into coffee grinders, to dust
Chained in a crab *** at the bottom of the sea
Pelted with repeated blasts of particles of light
Until the matter is compressed into a singularity
Or breaches on the matter anyway besides
Unleashing rather than a sinkhole trap,
A flash flood over everything
Coating vision with a venereal sheen
Inundated in a fluid silk connective fabric bond
Until the matter reaches
Into pockets of relief
And miracles of situational
Restorative advance
Particulate regenerative
Relationship encounters
Debris from space accumulating
Hoping in some arcane sense
To be reformed together into beasts anew
While similarly fossils of
An ancient swarm of locusts
Are unearthed
They’re met with magnets
Positioned counter to the flow of electricity
This array is aligned to the magnetosphere
Of that old planet
Where I have lived before and left kinsmen behind to grow a colony of their own
But my own magnetism is calibrated today
To the wildly different magnetosphere of my latest home
To put it mildly, out of wild instinct, exiled from an old society
Of innocence/intelligence
A pretense over bell curve
Environment restrictive of
Fraternization ***********
On a day too perfect for itself
The stage-play left upon my table
All the actors meandering about
Chance encounters replaying dramas.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:00 PM UTC
Has anyone seen Leslie Brown?
She went missing earlier today.
A stranger in
A strange town,
Who probably just lost her way.
I’ve quizzed, enquired and questioned,
Almost everyone I know.
To be greeted by
A shaking of heads,
Puzzled expressions that say, ‘sorry, but no’.
Has anyone seen Leslie Brown?
I was meeting her at three.
She’s an Internet friend
Paying a visit,
I just can’t think where she might be.
In despair I checked with the police.
“Leslie Brown! Why yes: come when you can.”
When I arrived my
Cyber-space sweetheart,
Is not a lady, but a cross-dressed, *********** man!
© Paul Chafer 2014
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
To those that demands acceptance.
When others fight against your life style.
Comprehend patience and understanding required.
If born a boy and now chose to be transgender.
Realize patience and understanding is required.
Your mother might disagree, it's her right.
Nothing is achieved over night.
For *********** you can't expect instant recognition.
When many times some hides truth when meeting a real fella.
We, all have faced opposition to something.
When many times those protesting does things undercover.
Notice, the self righteous get exposed of various troubles.
Especially, when protesting life styles of others.
If a person of secret encounters or ******* life.
Patience and understanding is required there.
And reasons are very apparent.
That's why we hear about patience is a virtue.
Cause wisdom always wins out.
When forces comes against you.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
The world is written as one
The *********** is your neighbor
The lesbian is your friend
The Arab is the man driving your bus
The ex-con is the guy who made sure your kid was okay when they fell
The black woman is your teacher
Hate is not something you are born with, like your mothers green eyes
Hate is something that has been brainwashed into everyone of our heads
As children, some parents tell that not to stare at the men in the dress, or the girls holding hands because they think their children are not mature enough to have a 30 second convo
it's as easy as "he likes dresses" or "they're in love like mommy and daddy"
because those kids are going to grow up to think that those actions are wrong and that they make the person less than a human being because they are gay or trans or black or Mexican or female
but at the end of the day
we all bleed red
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
The jagged marble of the rock
Cut into my blistered feet
I look down into the swirling roiling
Waves below
Friends sit at the base of the rocks
scream my name
There cheers push me to the edge
They smile and hoot
in excitement for my stunt
I turn and smile
My boys stand behind me
He stands in the center
I know it is a dream
He visits me often in the one place
I am truly ever happy
He pulls me into a tight embrace
He fills me with scents of
Freedom
His lips brush mine and I fall backwards
Tears of pain fill my eyes
It is like losing him again
Losing myself
I will never lose him
Then I wake
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging
teasing tendency thirst *******
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology
tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity
together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
*********** therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician
toady treacly Tory
(Tommy Two Tone),
thence thirdly Theodore
"Tornado" Tornetta)
themselves trained to tamp
twerking tremens triggers,
their tripartite treatment told
tattooing thorny transforming
took this then truant teenage turtle
through time traveling
to those truant tumultuous tragic,
toxic, tipsy twitchy, touchy, tetchy
typhoon terrible two times two
times two times two tantrum
throwing, thieving, threatening
taxing textured teen tinder times -
tossing, tilting, taking tankful tolled
throaty, thoroughly,
thickly telltale temblor
toured terrible tournament
testing taupe tumbling termagant (Thaddeus)
tangling (Tangoing) tiny Timothy,
the treacherous tarantula
tying tussling travail – tata!
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Average girls are my type
But beautiful girls with big ******* get all the hype
Cute girls are chatty and those will definitely skype
Damsels oh damsels will inevitably start a fight
Elegant girls are rare and as such hold them tight
Fine girls are women that come only with sacrifice
Good girls go bad once we look behind the lace
Humble girls are lovely but lack so much spice
Ignorant girls are like boys non of their friends are sensitive
Jealous girls are adorable but that is all they can be
Kind girls are wonderful it’s unfortunate most come at a fee
Loyal girls are like shooting stars now you see them now you don’t
Most girls just want to be loved but give up way too easily
Naughty girls don’t care they just want to have fun simple
Obedient girls have dark fetishes and boy are they fickle
Pretty girls have a half life and yes that’s science
Queer girls are hot you know, I mean it’s just a game of patience
Real girls are in computers and are just ones and zeros
**** girls on my bedroom wall posters
*********** girls are dudes just look at their faces
Ugly girls don’t exist; beauty is in the eye of the beholder in most cases
Vixens will bite you I’d stay far if I were you
Women are not girls! What is that true?
Xochitl is a girl’s name it means princess
Young girls are rare nowadays girls act twice their age
Zippy girls are wild just try to keep your zippers closed.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Realism not materialism, want and not just selfish need
Enough for us all and not a necessity to embarrassingly plead,
Not a fan of truth distortion, being made to feel like my life is someone else's abortion
Why we elect a small minority to deviously rule with the upper hand, then have the audacity to whinge and whine about their ways, I'll never understand.
Materialism,corporate fascism, fuelled by a media hell bent on sabotage and the distribution of vile and endemic culture crushing connotations, the full force of the greatest human division spreads as a disease blanketing all nations
As money truly does go to money then those who facilitate and always bear the brunt of the inevitable collapse shall always be poorer, Without the correct paperwork, or should I say currency, then you have no way of crossing this border
Forget racial discrimination and *********** disfiguration, you can be as homosexual as you choose, even walk around with no shoes, eat beans and green leaves or any type of meat, whichever you please, you carry on and form your self help group , continue to pursue your equality with another expensive campaign, and the likes of me can just sit and supposedly constantly complain, it matters not, the master plan, the global bigger picture, how it will be painted, we have perhaps not enough intellect to say, but we sure as hell all have the humane integrity, values and worth in the role we play
08/02/2016
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
There he was all alone
Fighting on the billboard
His relevance shown
It came with a flow
Spiderman is a teenage boy
that flies around
and lands like a toy
on the ground.
He has an African-American girlfriend
in high school
that he has to stand up
to go on a mission to fight a fool
played expertly by Michael Keaton
Spiderman doesn't have too a boyfriend
He seems "clean" to me and on
the up,
not that I would hate him
if he was for example a bisexual
They're surely not fishing
with looks like Tiny Tim
and even a ***********
They seem not fishy too
He fights mission after mission
fighting grandiose figures
seething repression
On and on the action goes
Spiderman is the hit of the show.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
You can justify
With lust in your eye
Give them lesbians
Their rights
Cause their a pleasurable sight
I guess it’s a start
You say it’s ok to be gay
Just don’t hit on me
Cause I’m straight
I believe you have the right
To fight
For said rights
But can you keep the pda
In a private place
I guess it’s a start
But when it’s not clearly defined
In your limited mind
When you can’t classify
Between a girl and a guy
You forget to be fair
Don’t bother to be nice
Then I remember
We got a long way to go
Justice is brutal
And to **** slow
Breaks my heart
Cause corruption and prejudice
Are easier than fairness
Gay lovers
Hold hands with each other
In public
Don’t give a ****
******** will keep
Keeping us stuck
Be proud to kiss
Don’t give two *****
I love you
But we have such a long way to go
Lesbians
I am sorry
For the lustful leers
The years of fears
Struggling through to
Be you
Remember
I love you to
But we have a long way to go
Transgender, Transvestite, ***********
Honey you are beautiful
Androgynous, bisexual
Human hybrids
And all those wonderful things
Outside and In-between
Can’t say it enough
You need to know you are loved
But we have a long way to
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
How do you feel in your own skin
Do you feel revolted
Do you feel disgusted
Do you feel like you're walking around in skin that isn't yours?
I weep for your loss I weep for your hatred of yourself
I don't envy you but I would love to lift you up high up away from all troubles laid upon you
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC