“did you know the first gay pride was a riot? i cry when i think about it. i cried walking home on the first warm day of spring thinking about dying for this. i think i understand civil war and living in the worst way possible.”
re-read!! poemario sobre la heterosexualidad obligatoria y el lesbianismo de los q no se ven muy a menudo. nothing compares to this one!! lo leí hace años y ha influenciado toda mi forma de leer y escribir poesia. nada hitea como rioting for gloria, lo es todo para mi
this one hit hard in the chest, for a moment it felt like i couldn't breathe. i think it hurt a little too much, & not necessarily in a good way, but in a real way. in a way that reminded me why i love writing so much to begin with.