sing a song of slap happy crappy ness

[jacklejaw]

So I’m hosting queerisosty on Saturday and I decided to take it as an opportunity to write a new hot gay poem. My old hot gay poem has been feeling too old and not nearly hot enough. So I was reading a James Joyce’s essay from Portrait of an Artist about hell. It’s fucking awesome in it’s description of the rot and torment. At one point there is a

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nice.

[bucky_sinister]

one small note:

consider changing this:
I imagined that his mouth
tasted like the cigarettes
you long for through dentition.

to this:
I imagined that his mouth
tasted like the cigarettes
I longed for through detention.

if you're around SF,
you should come to Kvetch on Sunday July 2.
queer open mike.

[cera]

it's happening...
i look forward to seeing where it goes.
=)

Fuck..

[kattygirl]

I like it. And yes, to what Bucky said. I, too, am gonna post a pride story or two. thought about it today actually, since it's the time and all. let's see:

"I have no easy cure for the hot iron ball stuck in my throat
when I hear people I think I’m close to
say faggot
like it’s a disease
they assumed we were both immune to "

there's i lot i like, especially the last two stanzas, but this one is the one i identify with most. thank you.

comments with love (not to be read in the "bitchy" voice)

[touchyourbrain]

Still feels like you're not getting to the next layer of analysis of this poem. You spend so much time setting the scene and so little on your own understanding of it. Your perspective is unique and insightful. Unfortunately, the situation of a queer kid getting jumped is not.
Spend less time on the fight and the other characters. I'm more interested in your relationship to them.

[mentula]

Good Stuff Boyo.

And you know I will never get tired of you saying "Tarmac"