venus of willendorf
in fake fur & leopard print poly
they can’t lock me up
without my quills
we’re free to be
without letters du cachet or
asylums run by inmates, or oughta be’s,
tyrants restrained in social bondage
the future of liberation
starts in the crazy & way beyond conventional
i’m looking forward to the day
when fetish folk have pride marches everywhere
i like my heroes to have feet of clay
legs of clay roots in the clay
hearts in the clouds heads in the stars
to be real & revolutionary
i don’t expect perfection
prefer excellence instead
thank the universe we’ve no need of titles
rank had its privileges
then aristocrats lost their heads
& it was luck to be locked up
in just the right way & place & time
tho’ i’m sure it never felt that way
freedom rarely feels free apparently
nor does it feel like suprasensuality
everyday life demands we submit & dominate
irregardless of our desires, needs, feelings
those two old men would drool with envy
at our liberties. old women today decry
our libertine ways, but i can’t feed poisoned choccies
to maid girls, even if i wanted to
i can fuck pretty much whoever i can fuck
you can beat me if i want, or i you
tie each other up? rope on the outside just mimics
all the restraints we live under when we think we’re free
leopold hated that they used his name that way
&, good writer, he envisioned reversal
long before the switchies & the bi’s
delineated their ambiguities
what we are is an ever-evolving change
growth accelerated or retarded or simply frozen in place
i’m on the fast track & tao helps me along
swathing me in von sacher-masoch pain & de sade fur
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My Ideal Person:
i’d rather date bi-guys
any day, any night
i don’t believe most straight boys
thou dost protest too much my dear
& i’m a certifiable hag now
& my favorite porn is global men-seek-men ads
men kissing men
men comfortable (or not-so) with the greatest sin
men loving men
isn’t that the solution my dears
isn’t that where we should be going
i’m ready, raring to go
where’s the group marriage
why don’t we trust enough yet
i’d rather that than flying cars any day
(frankly fucking intimacy & 420
& the occassional entheonautic excursion
oughta be near mandatory
alongside the 20 hour work week
at living wages but i diverge endlessly)
come out come out wherever you are
you embrace a future of possibility
& freedom from fear most especially
cuz what ya feel are controllable chemicals
& loving men & loving women
& loving people (as hard as that is)
is the answer always has been
& accepting love & tolerating freedom
like all growth & all trust comes at a cost
discomfort paid discipline lived
i’m always asking a lot
workaholic greedy
& we all gotta dream
gotta look high & low
even tho’ we never know
who what where we’ll find
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