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Queer Poetics: How to Make Love to A Trans Person

Poem by Gabe Moses, courtesy of Genderqueer Chicago.

Forget the images you’ve learned to attach To words like cock and clit, Chest and breasts. Break those words open Like a paramedic cracking ribs To pump blood through a failing heart. Push your hands inside. Get them messy. Scratch new definitions on the bones.

Get rid of the old words altogether. Make up new words. Call it a click or a ditto. Call it the sound he makes When you brush your hand against it through his jeans, When you can hear his heart knocking on the back of his teeth And every cell in his body is breathing. Make the arch of her back a language Name the hollows of each of her vertebrae When they catch pools of sweat Like rainwater in a row of paper cups Align your teeth with this alphabet of her spine So every word is weighted with the salt of her.

When you peel layers of clothing from his skin Do not act as though you are changing dressings on a trauma patient Even though it’s highly likely that you are. Do not ask if she’s “had the surgery.” Do not tell him that the needlepoint bruises on his thighs look like they hurt If you are being offered a body That has already been laid upon an altar of surgical steel A sacrifice to whatever gods govern bodies That come with some assembly required Whatever you do, Do not say that the carefully sculpted landscape Bordered by rocky ridges of scar tissue Looks almost natural.

If she offers you breastbone Aching to carve soft fruit from its branches Though there may be more tissue in the lining of her bra Than the flesh that rises to meet it Let her ripen in your hands. Imagine if she’d lost those swells to cancer, Diabetes, A car accident instead of an accident of genetics Would you think of her as less a woman then? Then think of her as no less one now.

If he offers you a thumb-sized sprout of muscle Reaching toward you when you kiss him Like it wants to go deep enough inside you To scratch his name on the bottom of your heart Hold it as if it can- In your hand, in your mouth Inside the nest of your pelvic bones. Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours, You will feel him deeper than you think.

Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are They’re just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts And honestly, they can barely contain us We strain at their seams with every breath we take We are all pulse and sweat, Tissue and nerve ending We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right. Bodies have been learning each other forever. It’s what bodies do. They are grab bags of parts And half the fun is figuring out All the different ways we can fit them together; All the different uses for hipbones and hands, Tongues and teeth; All the ways to car-crash our bodies beautiful. But we could never forget how to use our hearts Even if we tried. That’s the important part. Don’t worry about the bodies. They’ve got this.

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Why I'm so Queer as if I had to prove it

I don’t understand why we should act a certain way/as the sex we were born.

Gender is a social construct

I like to take up space, I sit with my legs open, if I am alone I prefer to not wear pants, just my boy underwear sometimes. I even sit topless and forget I have these boob things

But I like my boobs, I like the way they look in my t-shirt I like that if I want I can push them up and they can fit in a dress if I should want to wear one. Cleavage is hot.

And I like when my partner is into them and I pretty much love to be touched on my chest, I love when my partner sleeps on my chest and I can hold them.

Sometimes I want to bind, I don’t have the right stuff since im packing a D cup but I try, and I like to wear studly fits that I scoped out of mens magazines and had to buy in the boys section since the mens doesn’t fit me right. I wish I could look more put together but it’s hard to find fitting clothes that help me attain what I want.

There really should be more queer androgynous stores, clothing, places to find what I want.

I choose androgyny mostly. But being so called really girly or really boyish are fun styles too and it’s a way to reclaim the fact that they shouldn’t just be for one sex or assigned gender. How people prescribe to what you should be is fucked up.

Mostly how I aim to present is how I feel about myself at any given moment; which changes. Mostly I feel androgynous and that’s what I like most.

I find people to be attractive. I am sexual. The end.

It doesn’t matter to me how someone dresses or what they do, it matters to me who they are.

Maybe I’m a part of a sexually evolved species and you are too, because it doesn’t matter what genitalia someone has or how they identify if it matches the worlds labels or notions or not.

I’m attracted to genuine. I’m attracted to those who are being true to themselves and what makes them happy. I am looking for a soul connection not some physical parts exam.

I get asked a lot if I’m open to being with biological men because I identify as Queer. And well, yeah I am. If I discriminated against someone based on their genitalia then how much better off would I be than a really narrow-minded heterosexual person. It’s not to say if you have a preference that is different than mine, more exact or specific in requirements of attraction, that you are wrong. This is just me talking about me.

I love being queer, because I love being free to be myself and be seen in a community that gets it.

If I want to shave my head and wear lipstick, which I’ve done, then I won’t be treated like an alien. But in societies where conformity wins, which is pretty much always the case, I might not be seen as attractive.

That’s ok with me. I’ve come to realize that not everyone will find me attractive but that’s not important. I am not just eye candy or decoration for people to evaluate. How I look should not determine my worth as a human being.

Anyway I just felt like I needed to write that. It feels good to claim queer more and to be more visible in the community and expressive around who I am.

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