Fag Hag Gone BadThea Hillmaninstead of beautiful, dysfunctional intimacy-challenged dykes I have fallen for two fags who are indeed already in love with each other I am kissing you already even though you've just been conceived fag hag gone bad I go to the gym and watch the gay boys watch each other I want to frequent tea rooms feel cold tiles against my knees experience the well-spent backroom ejaculation smell stale piss I want to feel right at home at My Place I tell Paul I want to be a rest stop whore he laughs at me and says he can't quite picture me driving up in a Jetta does he think I'm joking I jog past Buena Vista park wondering what side of the street is best for getting a view of flash of white T-shirt above the bushes Lands' End I get lost in those thorny twisted trees in love with impossibility I will call you the beginning more what I make you than what you really are that's when I love you the most when you are more me than you if I really loved beginnings I'd call this really early morning February 19 instead of very late eighteen I want a little dog on a leash stroll the Castro spend way too much on clothes sport ever-perfect hair my hard body a symbol of the constant possibility of arousal sick of the butch-femme prison I want to meet myself and fuck fuck up be fucked up head to head hard-on to hard-on think I'm joking come be the impossible with me
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