#bi poetry

[mauvelvr]

co-dependent homoerotic bone rot

At least,

your bones will always be the same

that tangled in mine

on walks home from school,

back in that little bit of time

before we became archived photos on instagram,

liked messages,

other sides of the country -

living out our plans with others

made when for womanhood we were hungry,

when our seeds were sown in that

leisure centre park -

our first attempt at girlhood

fresh limbs playing games

i thought i was winning

but at least,

when your bones rot,

the earth will know

that we went down that sled together,

landed tangled in the snow

tied together through our invisible

string,

our bones forever,

tree stump rings

of girls you leave behind;

im sure my mark is there somewhere

even if you don't want to remember.

i'm there even if you never think of me again,

you'll hear my name

and you'll be tumbling down the hill,

plastic sled edges cutting through your mittens,

the girl who you told you loved

before either of you knew what that meant,

with her legs wrapped around you

holding you tighter

plummeting towards the unknown,

towards the answers you will find

but never be able to share with each other.

but your bones will know -

they will ache

and they will rot,

but they will always know.

-mauvelvr

[oopsallfanfic]

Unnamed

Another Facebook photo in memories.

Your face pops up on my feed,

And I can’t help the flood of thoughts that might bring me back to therapy.

An attraction formed to the busboy,

And a hostess willing to hatch a ploy.

To get to know you away from where we were employed.

So I look on your face once more,

Thinner and scruffier than it had been before.

We don’t talk so in my memories you’re stored.

We never had a label for what we were,

Even now I’m still not sure.

Those lines remained blurred.

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[poetry-she-wrote]

she - written by me

[fella-lovin-fella]

losing my mind over this, actually.

[bismutharts]

"at least you never have to be 16 again" well try going to the house you lived when you were severely mentally ill while sleep deprived and have one thing go wrong.

i stretched the truth to make this poem flow well. i am ages 15-19/20 again doesn't flow as well.

this did make me feel compassion with my teenage self. she was trying her best. being 15-19 was the hardest thing i ever did

[love-ardour-anarchism]

it'd be false if I said to me being a lesbian has nothing to do with who I'm attracted to

to me being a lesbian has a lot to do with who i'm attracted to but it has JUST as much to do with how i interact with society and its rigid normative ideas of what that attraction is meant to look like and how i'm meant to express that attraction and how i am meant to feel, to act and to look

when i say lesbian i don't mean "woman attracted exclusively to women"

i mean "i clawed my way out of a grave that never had my name written on the headstone" and "i won't let anybody tell me how to live and love"

i mean "don't tell me how to smile" and i mean that i won't let ANYBODY dictate what my identity means to me

it means that i refuse to break myself into pieces that society can swallow and that i'm everything at once, the only thing i'm not is conformity

and i won't shave or cut my hair a certain way or sweeten my coarse voice to fit a mold but that all the things i'm not and that i'll never be can be the truest truth to someone else and that thats beautiful

it means that i find normative ideas of womanhood JUST as constricting as i found the idea i was meant to be a man because of an assignment a doctor made based on arbitrary traits

and identity has infinite layers and it changes all the time because i'm simultaneously a woman and not i'm nonbinary, i'm genderfluid, i'm a boy, i'm a girl i'm a fag and a dyke

it means femininity and masculinity and manhood and womanhood are ultimately arbitrary social constructs and femininity can be rough and tumble and masculinity can be soft and sweet

it means i won't let what gatekeepers and exclusionists prescribe "lesbian" to mean take me alive

yes lesbian, yes dyke, yes butch but no, i'm not a woman loving women and i might be bi or ace or even aro

the way i love, the way i present, the way i walk and talk and dress the way i touch those that i adore, the way that we describe and affirm our love is contrary to what society thinks "normal" relationships look like

yes queerplatonic, yes relationship anarchy, yes fuck you and your norms, fuck you very much

lesbian means liberation lesbian means whatever i want it to mean lesbian means labels are lovely because they help us find others like us but don't let them define you

[the-apprentice-lia]

somebody better gently tip my face up to them with the crook of their finger in a painful display of barely repressed longing soon or i am going to go clinically insane

[hells-plaid-angel]

Dean Winchester: Reading Recommendations

Because I headcannon Dean as a reader, here is a list of books that I think he would like. Some are directly referenced in the show, others are odes to America and a life on the road complete with horror, satire or complicated family issues. And, of course, some books manage to meet at the twist of the mobius strip where toxic masculinity and homoeroticism collide.

Books of Blood - Clive Barker 

Imajica - Clive Barker 

The Complete Poems - Hart Crane 

Hard Rain Falling - Don Carpenter 

Our Share of Night - Mariana Enriquez 

Catch-22 - Joseph Heller 

Iliad - Homer 

Jesus’ Son - Denis Johnson 

East of Eden - John Steinbeck

My Heart Is a Chainsaw - Stephen Graham Jones 

On the Road - Jack Kerouac 

Christine - Stephen King 

The Road - Cormac McCarthy

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Carson McCullers

Survivor - Chuck Palahniuk 

The Moviegoer - Walker Percy

The Devil All the Time - Donald Ray Pollock

A Season in Hell - Arthur Rimbaud

Crush - Richard Siken

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Hunter S. Thompson

Cat’s Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut 

Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut

Time is a Mother - Ocean Vuong

Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman 

Butcher’s Crossing - John Williams 

[the-delta-quadrant]

i am a liminal being.

i exist beyond male and female.

i am neither gay nor straight.

i live on the outskirts of aromanticism.

i am blind yet i can see.

i am both visibly and invisibly disabled.

i am other.

i am neither.

i am somewhat.

i am both.

i am here to bring the middle ground to light,

to expose the grey area,

to uncover the secret third thing.

more, even.

i am here to map out more than just the middle ground,

to colour in the grey area,

to make space for a fourth, fifth, nth thing.

i am a liminal being.

[deepvoid-mlm]

being gay and lonely really makes u a star on tumblr huh

[furiousfinnstan]

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[star-girlfriend]

An ode to the sapphic teenager experience of being helplessly in love with your best friend

unknown // florence + the machine how big, how blue, how beautiful // unknown // pinterest // @ka_waltz on twitter // nastya haiko & diana on instagram // olivia gatwood the lover as a cult, life of the party // katie found my first summer //the smiths back to the old house // sue zhao

[fella-lovin-fella]

"how do you know your boyfriend loves you?" he sent me this passage from a book he was reading

[bismutharts]

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a mini zine about perfectionism

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[egesizizmir]

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