Month: January 2019

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  January 31, 2019anxiety, community, creativity, depression, gender, genderfluid, GENDERQUEER, LESBIAN, lgbt, LGBTQ, LGBTQA, LGBTQAI, mental health, personal, PODCAST, poem, poetry, queer, reflection, relationships, TRANS, transgender

  Proclaim Yourself NOW

  Where/What/When/Why/How are You? This poem is about so many things They/Them/Their/What/Why/When/Why/How/Who/Maybe Proclaim Yourself NOW –by Becky WTGH   I’ve been spending most of my time wondering about time and space […]

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  January 31, 2019butch, creativity, gender, genderfluid, GENDERQUEER, LESBIAN, lgbt, LGBTQ, LGBTQA, LGBTQAI, love, personal, PODCAST, poem, poetry, queer, reflection, relationships, sapphic

  Bitches/Butches Only, Plz

  When you’re feeling lonely AND smutty AND its -17 degrees.   Butch, Please –by Becky WTGH   I need something only a butch can give to me. Freedom, confidence, self-esteem […]

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  January 30, 2019anxiety, art, creativity, depression, distance, gender, genderfluid, LESBIAN, lgbt, LGBTQ, LGBTQAI, long distance, love, personal, personal story, PODCAST, poem, poetry, queer, reflection, relationships, romance, TRANS, transgender, writing

  How Do I Fuck You through a Poem…?

  Pure Romance –by Becky WTGH   An ode to distance in relationships.   How do I fuck you through a poem? Is it possible? Might as well try and see. […]

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  January 29, 2019anxiety, creativity, depression, gender, genderfluid, GENDERQUEER, LESBIAN, lgbt, LGBTQ, LGBTQA, LGBTQAI, mental health, personal, PODCAST, poem, poetry, queer, reflection, TRANS, transgender

  Oh WOW– I thought I Was and Now I Am

  I thought I was, and now I am. The contrast is startling. I prepared, mentally and physically History was then–Now is Now I am not prepared. I wasn’t then, and […]

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  January 29, 2019anxiety, arguments, creativity, depression, LGBTQ, personal, personal story, PODCAST, poem, poetry, queer, reflection, relationships, TRANS, transgender

  I hate bleeding

  I bleed once a month. Sometimes, More than once Sometimes, Only once every three. It hits me hard, Every time. Blood comes in buckets, Huge clumps Plump pockets where a […]