Mikey

I'm not as straight as I thought

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So I was reading the Bible

Not really, but I was having a Christian discussion.

Not a Christian though I deconstructed.

And I realize that the Bible Is more queerer than the queerest couple friend group.

Let's start with Jesus, yo that guy was fuckin queer, don't know how I missed it. 12 disciples, all men, following him around. Not just that. Jesus didn't fit the masculine umbrella. He treated people equally, washed his disciples feets, let's them kiss him cause that's the only was Judas was comfortable kissing him as betrayal gift. Jesus himself was gender-nonconforming in his context. He didn't marry (expected of men), he spent time with women and treated them as equals (radical), he was a teacher but also emotionally expressive, cried multiple times, which wasn't the masculine ideal, he washed feet servant's work, feminized labor, he told men to be gentle and turn the other cheek instead of violent. He didn't perform traditional masculinity. He was soft, relational, non-violent, boundary-crossing. That's queer.

Then there's king James the popular author of the Bible, he was openly gay dating and collecting male lovers like a tax collector just the task was in form of men 🙂🙂🙂

There's Saul, God told him to commit genocide against the amalek, to wipe everything, just like the whites tried to wipe Africa, but he left the king and live stocks. Extremely gay. On that contract men usually kept the princess and queens but he kept the KING....

There's also his relationship with David, ohhh. David was the only one who could sooth his soul. His torment soul found peace when David was around. It's like someone suffering from OCD finding peace with someone they feel comfortable with. Saul loved David a lot and gave him lots of gifts. I'm society today that's extremely gay.

From Saul David moved to Jonathan The text says Jonathan's soul was "knit" to David's soul. When Jonathan dies, David says "your love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women." PASSING. THE LOVE. OF WOMEN. David is literally saying his relationship with Jonathan was more intense, more meaningful than any relationship with a woman. And this is David the guy who had multiple wives. He's making a direct comparison and Jonathan wins.

Ruth and Naomi is the lesbian love story hiding in plain sight. "Where you go I will go, where you lodge I will lodge, your people shall be my people, and your God my God." That's a marriage vow. That's devotion. Ruth literally left everything her homeland, her family, her gods to follow Naomi. And people read it as "beautiful friendship between women." Sure....

Sodom and Gomorrah (the twist):

Everyone thinks Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed for homosexuality. But if you actually read the text, the sin was inhospitality and attempted gang rape, not consensual same-sex relationships. The men of Sodom wanted to rape the angels who were visiting Lot. That's violence, not love. And other parts of the Bible (Ezekiel 16:49) say Sodom's sin was arrogance, excess food, and not helping the poor. Nothing about being gay. The "Sodom = gay sin" reading came later, from people weaponizing the text.

Leviticus Abomination:

The famous "man shall not lie with man" verse in Leviticus 18:22. First, it's in the Holiness Code along with rules about not eating shellfish, not wearing mixed fabrics, not trimming your beard. Christians ignore most of Leviticus but cling to this one verse. Second, the Hebrew word "toevah" (translated as "abomination") doesn't mean inherent evil—it means ritually unclean or culturally taboo. It's the same word used for eating pork. Third, some scholars argue the verse is about temple prostitution (common in surrounding pagan cultures) not consensual relationships. The context matters.

The Bible is full of queer-coded relationships if you're actually reading it: Ruth and Naomi (where you go I will go) David and Jonathan, the Roman centurion and his servant (some translations say "servant," some say beloved) even Jesus and "the disciple whom Jesus loved" who leans on his chest at the Last Supper.

The Bible is queerer than most Christians want to admit. It's been translated, edited, and interpreted by people with agendas for 2000+ years. But if you read the actual text, the queerness is there. Hiding in plain sight. Waiting for people like you to notice it and go "wait a damn minute..."

If you're queer and still a Christian no hard feelings. Jesus approves 🙂🙂.

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The world is my pain.

The World Is My Pain

The philosophy I hate the most is the myth that life is a blessing.

A blessing? Of course.

A beautiful, wonderful, painful, and heart-wrenching blessing.

But which part exactly is a blessing?

The fact that people are so greedy they turned the world into a system,

Reduced people into population,

Turned women into objects,

And made men into a toxic machine?

There’s mass genocide being committed around the world,

Congo, Gaza, Sudan, and many more I can’t even look up,

Because my heart just can’t take the cruelty of it all.

The fact that white people destroyed us for 400 years straight,

And Arabs for 700 years straight,

Took our treasures and gave us the bible and Quran, saying,

“God said forgive and forget,”

Then still turned us into villains in our own story,

Tell me, which part of that is a blessing?

I wasn’t asked to be here.

But the moment I was born,

I was given an identity,

A role to play.

I was put under a category:

Black, spoken like it’s wrong,

But the sun tells me otherwise.

I already have expectations to follow,

Rules to obey.

The worst part is knowing I’ll lose the people I love.

They celebrate birthdays like it’s a good thing,

But it’s just a reminder you’re one year closer to death.

Is aging really graceful,

Or is it life’s way of silently reminding you that your time is almost up?

It’s not a blessing,

nothing is.

Why do humans have to be so greedy,

So evil, so wicked, so nonchalant,

So ignorant, so shallow, so mindless, so deadbeat?

Our lives are supposed to be blessings,

But we are the reason for each other’s suffering.

I wonder what that blessing feels like.

I’ve never felt it.

Yes, my mom and little sister are alive,

But you know what’s also true?

They are my life.

I have nothing else to live for.

An adult would look at me and think I’m naïve,

A mindless teenager.

But mindless teenagers don’t lie in bed hoping for death,

Because it hurts to be alive.

It hurts to breathe.

That's why I write. Writing is the only way to feel powerful.

It's the only thing I can do

Without pressure that

Riles up blood pressure.

My thoughts don’t just control me,

They torture me.

They remind me I’m helpless.

They remind me that the world is filled with damnation,

And yet some people still think they’re avoiding hell,

When hell is happening before our eyes.

I hate those people the most

The ones who avoid hell,

Turn a blind eye to the hell of reality,

And call those who face it selfish.

I’ll be eighteen next year.

My greatest fear is coming true

I’ll be an adult with nothing to live for.

I broke a promise I made to myself:

That I’d take my life if the pain of living ever outweighed the pain of dying.

I broke that promise.

It hurts every single day to wake up

And realize the world is still the same.

Religion still controls people.

Black people still face racism.

Women are still seen as objects.

Men are still obsessed with control.

Boys are still being abandoned.

Girls are still being watched like bats.

Girls are being married off to their fathers’ fathers.

Freedom is stripped away like lace torn from the skin of a beautiful dancer.

Sexuality is decided before you even get the chance to feel desire.

Gender is assigned before you can even confirm who you are.

And my mom

She could leave me one day.

It hurts.

But I couldn’t take my life.

I’m not selfish enough

To cause my mother pain,

Or my sister heartbreak.

I’d be damned if I caused them sorrow.

Death could give me peace,

But hurting the people I love

Would turn me into a wandering spirit filled with regret.

It hurts seeing life through my eyes,

And still choosing to live.

Because life has lost its meaning.

Realizing I’m just one life among eight billion

Nothing special.

Realizing I was brought here to fulfill expectations,

Not to be loved like they promised.

So next time you want to tell me about God saving me,

Choose your words carefully.

If God can’t save the world from being drowned,

What makes you think He can save me from drowning?

The world is my pain.

And healing the world is the only way I can heal my pain.

But there’s no way to heal the world.

So I guess I’ll live in pain

Until my end.

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Hello thereeee

Hiiiii.

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Hey, love!

Ur poetry's chef's kiss!!!

Thank you so much.

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Hello

Hi kevin

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

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I wished I was a boy

I Used to Wish I Was Born a Boy

I used to wish I was born a boy,

But time carved wisdom into me

And I realized I don’t want that crown.

I don’t want to wear anger like armor,

To sharpen blame and throw it like knives,

To punish others for storms

I could calm inside myself.

I don’t want to see my opposite gender as prey,

To force them to bow,

To expect them to kneel at my feet

Just to protect a fragile ego.

No.

I want accountability.

I want growth.

I want to look in the mirror

And see truth staring back.

The more I grew,

The more I fell in love with girls

Not only their beauty,

But their pain,

Their strength,

Their resilience,

Their stories whispered like holy scripture,

Their charm, their heart, their confidence.

I fell in love with their growth,

Their insecurities,

Their change,

Their passion,

Their goodness,

Their glory

A galaxy of womanhood

Shining brighter than the sun.

At seventeen, it struck me:

I never wanted to kiss a boy.

I wanted to meet a girl,

Court her like a prayer,

Make her mine.

I wanted to be her home,

Her soft light in the dark,

Her safe space,

Her safe haven.

The one she can trust,

Cry to when her world breaks,

The one who carries her pain

And holds it until it dissolves.

I’ll love her through her storms,

Through her rage, her shadows, her silence

And I’ll hope she loves me the same.

So to my girlies out there:

Take care of yourselves.

Keep growing,

No matter the soil you’re planted in.

I hope you find someone

Who sees your worth as it is,

Not as the world mislabels it.

Someone who loves you

In your raw, unpolished truth.

Yes

It’s scary being gay,

Especially in Nigeria.

But fear cannot kill my joy.

Because I am gay.

And I am free.

And I never have to love a man

Romantically.

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The whispers of the night.

The night has swallowed the light.

The world has gone to sleep

No life awake,

the only thing that can be heard

are the whispers of the night.

I couldn't be consumed by the night rest

sleep eludes me and

the night rest avoids me like a plague.

As I move around my dim lit room doing stuff while

the world lays vulnerable

the silent whispers of the

night bleeds through my ears.

Whispering secrets of

the world we think is at peace

The night unravels secrets

the world thought it had buried,

secrets that held weights,

secrets of terror and horror,

secrets that sound like gore but total exists, secrets that were twisted

and refined as the truth.

Secrets of the race of humanity,

secrets of the women of divinity

Secrets of the fathers and community,

secrets of kings and hostility.

Secrets of daughters and brutality.

Secrets of whites and supremacy.

Secrets of race and ethnicity.

The night is the most powerful time of the all.

In the night, the world goes to sleep unable to shield their secrets

Therefore the night echoes them in silent whispers only the ones with ear agreeing to hear

The night is powerful, even the strongest of them all, they fear the power of the night.

For the night holds no mercy and whispers with no empathy

© Mickey twisted

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When death comes for me

I will die one day.

There’s a reason death hasn’t come for me yet.

I don’t know why he hasn’t shown up,

but I know this —

every passing birthday is not a celebration of age,

it’s a reminder.

One year removed from my years on earth.

So I must make merry while I still can.

Live the life I truly deserve —

a life of fulfillment,

a life of harmony,

a life stitched with pain and the lessons it carries.

A life of heartbreak and healing.

A life of love and confusion.

A life of lust and desire.

A life of discipline and motivation.

A life of dreaming and achieving,

of loving and caring,

of burning and rebuilding.

Until one day, when I meet death face to face,

I can whisper to him:

I have lived.

And my last days will not be filled with regret,

but with the echoes of a life that fulfilled me.

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I like girls.

More than like... I am attracted to girls. As a girl who lives in Nigeria, when I tell people this, the first question I get asked is why.

Then I think to myself: what’s there not to like in a girl? Everything I find admirable is in a girl.

The more I grow up and understand people and the world, the more I love girls and women. All girls have strength, but it’s presented in different ways.

The ones who are insulted for being “too proud” are actually just refusing to tolerate any form of self-depreciation. They are highly confident, and they won’t let people put them down. The quiet girls have a lot on their minds. The sassy girls are hiding something behind their mask, their sass is their protection from a world made to tear us down. The loud girls can’t deal with what silence does to them. They can’t sit with the silence, so they run from it by being loud.

The “pick-me” girls and the girls who center men were never taught to love themselves. They were raised to seek male validation and attention, to perform for a guy, to pursue a guy, and to do whatever it takes. It hurts to see girls like this, knowing that one day they’ll regret betraying their friends for a guy who never truly cared about them.

Then there are the girls who compete, the ones who were raised to see other girls as competition. They were taught that other girls exist to overshadow them, and that only one throne is reserved for the true queen. But the more I grow, the more I realize… there cannot be only one queen.

Every girl is and will always be a queen. A work of art. A creature of the divine. A vessel of strength. Being a girl has never been easy. Our ancestors didn’t have it easy. We don’t have it easy.

Then there are girls like me, the girls who like girls, who want to care for girls, who find joy, satisfaction, and pleasure in loving girls. We’ve seen the strength of every kind of girl to the point that we can’t judge them anymore. We can’t criticize them. We can only feel sorry for them when they don’t see their worth, and hope one day they will.

We are the girls who support girls, the girls who honor girls, the girls who make girls feel secure. That’s the kind of girl every girl should be. The ones who compliment girls for no reason, who comfort them when they’re hurting, who fight for them when they’re vulnerable, who are always there.

You don’t need to be a lesbian like me. you just need to be a girl.

Every day, I think of ways I want to make my girlfriend feel special. I’m not rich... not yet... but my thoughts and words are rich enough to make her forget she’s had a bad day, or that she met a weirdo, or that her cramps are killing her. Making her feel better gives me ultimate pleasure.

I’ve been hurt so many times before. Loving is hard for me. But I don’t mind being stabbed in the heart 775 times by a girl; I’d still get up and love another, because loving girls gives me joy even if it sometimes brings me pain.

And I promise to never hurt my girl intentionally, because that would deliver a sharp stab to my already wounded heart, tearing open wounds that haven’t healed.

There is great joy in being in love with girls, and every single day I do not regret it. No matter the judgment I face for being attracted to girls, I would never change my attraction, even if I had the chance to.

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Mi Niña Hermosa

So pure, so tender,

Yet the thoughts I have of you are impure.

Your strong belief in your

God makes you glow like

An angel, and you live up to the angelic title,

Thriving in your holy cycle.

But I want to do unholy things to you.

Whenever you have problems,

You go to God for prayer.

But I can't help but

Imagine what it would feel like

If I trapped you under me,

While you moaned my name like prayers to your God—

Only the God you're praying to

Isn’t a supernatural one.

She's right on top of you,

Doing nasty things to you.

I want to taint your innocent soul

In the nastiest of ways,

And make you plead for more

Like you plead for mercy from your God above.

I want you to kneel before me

And beg for what you want

Like you ask Him for forgiveness.

I want to claim every part of you,

Show you what it feels like

To arrive at Heaven’s gate—

But then pull you back to Hell with me,

Because that’s where you belong,

Right beneath me.

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I am trying to be more active during post it's really hard 🌝🌝

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Finallyyyyyy I can write without not writing 🤧🤧🤧 #writer #bookgirl #teenagewriter

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Sighs, I caught a cough.

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I wanna write today

I wanna write today

I wanna write today

I wanna write today

I wanna write today

I wanna write today

Girl type out the freaking words it's that simple.

#writer #author #queergirl #lesbian #feeling lazy #my brain hates me

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My philosophy:

Life happens, try to survive and try to heal

Maybe have fun too