Eyes

Eyes

I saw eyes

Peering out of the darkness

Piercing

Searching

Stalking

Quivering

Legs

Tensed

With feline kneading

Gathering energy

Anticipating a pounce

Expecting a kill

Paws

Toying with their prey

Directing me to my final destination

Pushing

Turning in circles

I am

Looking up

I saw where I was going

I hesitated

Staring at that mouth

Teeth

Bared

A growl

A grin

A set trap

Waiting to snap

Bite

Gnaw

Dripping

Before opening up

And taking me in

Swallowing

Hungry

Wanting more

And more

Always

More

Gasping

For more

There is a squeak

As the meal of me

Hits the spot

And the teeth bare down

And the claws sink in

And the legs quiver harder

And the eyes flash wider

Falling from the fabric jungle

We crumble to the blanket tangle

Sweating from the encounter

Sighing

Smiling

Satisfied

Another successful hunt.

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If we had met but 5 years ago

I could have been your boy

We could have dated

And more

But I don’t think it would have lasted

My gay to your lesbian

It wasn’t a match made in heaven

For sure we’d’ve been thrown in hell

(Queers aren’t supposed to swing that way

You know

It’s just not natural)

Time changed and things went by

I met you but a few months ago

When we started dating

And more

At first it was dyke on dyke

But with a certain disclosure

It became man (more or less) and woman (more or less)

And sex came into question

Still queer (more or less)

And yet not

Now I worry

Over my hesitation

To rejoin the straight nation

Take exhibit A: a penis

And exhibit B: a vagina

And both are still attached

And when the two interact

How transgressive can that be

How radical does that seem

Unless the boi is getting fucked

And of course

Sex of that sort

Can only be called one thing

Incidental het’rosexual.

On Hybrid Bodies

Hybrid bodies are beautiful. They are. I’ve declared it so. Hybrid bodies hold an allure, and I’m not referring to the blooming genre of transporn. Shemale. Chick with a dick. We’ve heard it all. There seems to be a message, from self-proclaimed tranny-chasers to society in general, that we aren’t supposed to be okay with our bodies unless they look like everyone else’s. Well, I don’t buy that.

Hybrid: a thing made by combining two different elements, composed of mixed parts. How many of us have gone through transition (whatever that means for you) and have reached a point, somewhere in there, when we had a penis and breasts? (The same happens for many transguys too, only they might reach a point of having a vagina and a flat chest.) At that point, we’re faced with several decisions. A: hide my body as I continue to struggle to afford “the surgery” (which won’t ever happen for many of us). B: learn to accept having a hybrid body.

Say it with me, “hybrid bodies are beautiful”. If we can spread this mantra around we can create a culture where our bodies aren’t marginalized, eroticized, violated, or hated. If we can make a campaign out of this then we can create support for all transfolk to be proud of their bodies, regardless of what surgeries they have or haven’t had done. Regardless of what combination of body parts they do or don’t have.

Lets make hybrid bodies visible for all to see. At pride this year I want to see transwoman marching topless in the dyke march. I want to visit the nude beach and see hybrid bodies frolicking in the sun. I want to go to a burlesque show and see a hybrid bodied performer who isn’t trying to hide, reshape, or cover up their parts. I want to attend open mics and hear people talk about owning a hybrid body and all the issues and comedies that come with that. I want to see a movement of hybrid bodies.

All because hybrid bodies are beautiful!

The 28th Sonnet

One cannot be without the other.
Hearts entwined fragile and brittle.
I kiss and cry in arms of my lover.
For her to be big I must be little.

Pushing down past egos begging to submit.
Under her ropes giving up control.
Beholden to her boundaries I do commit.
An object of lust with a piece of her soul.
Partners alike yet different parts to play.
Her equal without power my consent to give.
Responsible for her night and she for my day.
I for her day forced under her hand do live.
Playing these roles our existence does flow.
Honoring this D and S the self can grow.

Much thanks to Chloe, who co-authored this with me.

It's Your Turn

Present yourself to the Mistress of Ceremonies
That you may gain her approval
Do it not, and we’re done
Prostrate yourself at her feet
Show her what you’ve learned in submission
Beg for her permission
That on the stage you may be allowed to stand
Read
Sing
Dance
Bare yourself for her pleasure
Grovel for her graces
That you may be allowed to dress
Only to strip for her amusement
It’s her whims that govern here
It’s her desires
Prepare yourself
To play
Jump
Deliver
And fascinate
You’re on display
But don’t seek the viewer’s arousal
For it’s her pleasure that will fill you
Her favor that allows this to continue
You can see her carnal delight
In making you wait
In making you squirm
In her pause before letting you approach
Plead for mercy
That your time comes up
And when it’s over
Remember to give thanks
For you may yet be rewarded.

Texted Poetry

When it rained the plants opened their thirsty mouths hoping for anything but polluted sludge. Content and adjusted, their backs to the smoke stacks raining down.

Intwining EnTrance

Single strands stretching out

Reaching ‘round

Searching for a soul mate

Or two

They call us sick

Twisted

Godless

Damned

They talk about morals

And fiber

As if they know how to use them

How to weave the cloth

That binds us with our temple

Blessed Mistress we come to Your table

To nourish ourselves

Not with bread

But with Yourself

Shroud us in webs

That we may see

The hell they speak of

Whips

Screaming

Gnashing of teeth

Spelling doom for them

Desire for us

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I shall fear no evil

For Thou art with me

Thy crop and Thy rope

They comfort me

Take each snug thread

Caressing the others

Find the knots that hold us

Embrace us

Supporting

Worshiping

Dedicated to the Deviant

Fiery with passion

Bend the energies

Transform our simple being

Into an Existence Divine

Amen