I Broke My Own Standards/TRWFGM/I’m All Ears
Ugh I feel like
I’ve been hanging around
All the wrong kinds of gay men, and
That’s why I have so many mean poems about them.
I don’t think it’s fair, for me to be like
“All of ya’ll suck”, when I haven’t met
All of you yet. It’s just–
As a man, with a very unique perspective
I have very high standards when it comes
To treating others respectfully.
Which leads me to realize–
I broke my own standards.
Other people have routinely hurt me.
I’ve been mocked and tortured and
Denied goods and services by
Literally only one kind of person–
Thin, rich, white, fatphobic gay men,
And their fag hag friends.
Those are the only people who’ve caused me
I swear to god– I am more welcome
At a Baptist church
Than I am a fucking gay bar.
I am more respected
At an anti-abortion fundraiser
Than I am walking around at pride.
These are not exaggerations in the slightest.
You can call me a bully all you want–
But I know what I’ve been through
And thin, rich, white fatphobic gay men
Are more like the devil than
Anyone is willing to admit.
That being said–
I am open to meeting anyone queer
Who is able to respect bodies that look
Different than theirs.
If you find anyone like that–
I’m all ears.