Butch Metro …sexual

So gay it's straight

Like a steel refrigerator

Cold milk, olives and beer.

Porky, rolly Polly

Stalky like the tin man

But yes con un corazón

Que siente tu ausencia

Siempre te recodare como mi travel Buddy compartiendo habitaciones

Hábitos como el de cantar por las mañanas

"Despierta, despierta Claudia," eres como el sol

Interceptando mis sueños

Brillante como una sonrisa

Una mañana joven me conosistes

Y un anochecer New Year's Eve te reencontré bajo esa luna, esa música

Las sonrisas estrellando la noche

Al ritmo de las voces de mujeres

Lesbianas, latinas amor de mujeres

Armo de mujeres creando intima

Hace  tanto tiempo que no habíamos hablado compartimento aprendiendo una de la otra, tan sensual tu mirada lassoing me en tus revolturas de ideas

así son las rebeldes te agarran del cerebro como si fuera chongo

Stretching your scalp skin

Birth Goddess, mouth open

Así de abierto se siente el hueco de mi corazón.

Knock

Knock

...right there

And there my tongue

Wants to knock knock

Against your foamy walls

Cheeks-with-bite-marks-red

Your walls sticky with this September heat

I see you sleeping mmmK

Big k

Your knee

45 degree

And your baby but cheek

Perfect poke

Like a puppy eye

Under a blanket

Poke right there

With my perked lips

Feel that meaty thigh

Sushi on my tongues

Poke - po-ke right

There

(Insert ukulele right here)

I'll be your Island sway

Keeping it cool

Licking your skin like you

Like, let the breeze do.

I want you to meet my little friend

Had been hiding for a while

Feeling means every part of your body

I have been working my mind

-just be thankful I don't run on electricity

What a charge

That bill would be

What a charge I give me every night.

Like Betsy Ross but brown queer and better

I sow for my city I sow, sow for

My city this quilt

Call it a poem but rain

Or shine

It's transformed in your Brian

Bits and pieces

Like short sentences

Call it a poem.

Knock knock

...right there is the proof

In our documents

Have them in order

Prove your resistance

Existence

Resistance to continue

No looking back know

Mountain climbing

Grab onto to the next

Hook I keep it going

It's all historical and shit

Tetatud, LU, GLU, LUNA, La Familia, el clóset de Sor Juana, tele manita, Llego, tongues, viva

Monica Palacios

Luis Alfaro

Latin pride, Chuparrosa

Club Fire, mujeres de maiz, COOL, Jota Magazines, Tentaciones, Gaspar de Alba, Plush Pony,

butchlalis de panochtitlan, Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

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On Being Butch

I used to think that I wasn’t pretty.

I felt that my hair was just too short, my nails jagged

in urgent need of a manicure, and my lips

and cheeks were not the right hue. 

But this was before I understood and accepted

what it means for me to be butch.

Let me tell you. This butch is a chillona Y QUE!

who often wipes away tears

on the very same sleeve on which she’s pinned her heart.

Being butch means that I’ll always get, “Excuse me, this is the ladies room,”

when my bladder and temper are about to burst.

It means slipping into a fresh pair of boxer briefs-

the kind that hug my butt giving it the roundness of a small mango. 

Or into a pair of chones- not the sexy lacy kind

but the cottony, sensible ones. 

And other times I don’t wear any underwear at all.

My lips rub against the seat of my jeans

and I feel the doughy softness of my inner thighs with every step I take. 

It means “give me a 3 on the sides, longer on top,

square the back and please, oh please…

don’t fuck up my sideburns.”

It’s been years since I’ve worn a dress

but my mom still wishes for the day when she’ll get to see me in one…

and I wish that one day she’ll start seeing me.

I’m the kind of butch that says to all you butchas out there-

the ones who give me and other butches 

the “bitch, what-you-looking-at- I’ll-drop-your- ass-in-a-minute” snarl-

please, lower your chin and relax your shoulders.

I ain’t sizing you up.  I’m checking you out.

Being butch means that I am definitely masculine

not to be confused with misogynist.  I’m not a man

nor do I need to be to be masculine. 

Women are never bitches and hoes.

Women are my hermanas, mis amores.

Women are another chamber

en mi corazón.