queer, strange, and colorful
Published in
Jul 9, 2023
being queer is such a strange
and subtle, raging and colorful
thing. every day, the person i
think i am changes, the way i
love other people looks a little
different to me.
yesterday, i felt about that person
the way they describe it in romance
novels: a pounding heart, imagining
the taste of their lips and the way
they’d squirm beneath me if we
ever touched that way.
today, i feel nothing. is it me being
an autistic little cat, an aroflux
queer, a tired human, or a mix
of some of these, or all, pick and
choose like apples falling from a tree?
being queer is such a strange and
raging thing, and i love it so much.
