Claudia Rodriguez

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

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 ba