Today was interesting to say the least. In my media and culture class we had an anonymous chat, where we had to at least change our gender. We are taught to believe that gender is a performance. My class did just that. They put on and showed their asses. My professor was present in the chat room and I know she was thinking that that what was going on was way out of hand. I was bored for the most part, because everyone kept talking all freaky. I wanted to discuss issues that weren’t focused around a spectacle, but they weren’t attentive to my needs. I would want to do something like that again if my peers could be serious. My friends still don't know who I was..and no for those viewing *Mr. Sofa King who tracked my blog down* (Frown) I ain't telling just yet...ha!
Then I go to meet my new “client.” I will call him B. He is 57 years old, African American, and autistic. He has a feeding tube and hasn’t had food since 1999, until today when his daycare program gave him Kool-Aid and crackers. So as I’m getting trained to learn how to work this feeding tube thing-a-ma-bobber it gets all backed up and starts squirting out everywhere. He started to scream and the nurse and I started to scream. Crackers clogged the tube. It was like his stomach was throwing up. It smelled bad. It took us an hour to get the 3 cans of liquid to flush throughout the tube. He is a funny guy though. He does “thumbs up” all of the time and so do I. He can do simple tasks by himself. He doesn’t seem violent. On the other hand, he does seem touchy feely. He started to jump up and down on the couch when he first saw me, and kept smiling at me. The nurse was saying to him “You like Miss F don’t you B? You think she’s pretty B?” He would laugh. I hope I can do this. I know I have the heart, but I don’t know if I have the stomach. I freak out instantly at the site of bodily fluids that are being vigorously expelled. Oh well, some of ya’ll know my adopted philosophy on jobs. “F it! Sometimes you just gotta get a check.”
I think gay people
Should be able to get married
A play on words
I think they deserve to be happy
Civil Rights
Disability Rights
Legislature has been written
To create privileges
That make the colored and disabled equal
Rainbow Laws…
Should be included too
We are close minded
A discriminatory society
That feeds off of self hate
And seethes of violence
Creating a coalition
Of rage filled people
Who outcast the “other”
Humans have this down to a science
Gay Rights…are a figment of the future
There needs to be an amendment
…added to the freakin’ Constitution
To let Queers do what they do
They are proud
Why aren’t you
Because the United States of America
Is oppressive society
Where we can’t love who we want
…freely
If you are a woman
You have to be strickly dickly
Never letting your eyes wonder
To the ass right in front of you
Or those big ol titties
Men can't fantasize
About another man
They are supposed to suppress their emotions
If they have them
And put on this totally straight and narrow front
You are doomed if you do like dick
So never think about
Assuming the position to suck
But remember gender is a performance
What matters most
is if you put on well enough or not
We live in a white mans world
And don’t let them convince you of anything else
Lesbian
Heterosexual
Gay
Bi
Straight up confused
Transgendered
Drag Queens
Prancing around in hot pants
All people should have the privilege
And be offered the same benefits
As heterosexual couples
Who legally tie the knot
And lock themselves into the marriage box
I think they should be able to adopt
Because there are too many children abandoned
Out there searching for love
Straight couples have the convenience
Of sperm and an egg
Which naturally
Two moms or two dads do not
They should be able to raise their kids
Without eye rolls and stares
How can you claim to be Christian
When you judge another man
Did you miss the memo
God is the only one who can condemn
He is the ultimate judge
In this courtroom called life
I wonder what he thinks
About ya’ll doing his dirty work
Like he really needs your help
Conservatives= the reason…
As to why we are where we stand
We are supposed to be a free land
But right here..
In the US of A
We have no freedom
We are governed by the white mans rule
With a capitalistic hegemonic outlook
Of me and you
Who designates laws
Set up to make the other fail
I am an other….damn
Yet on the brighter side
I do have the ability to love a man
And I can get married
Legally, anywhere on earth
I guess being gay
Doesn't really pay off
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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3 comments:
you are better than me cause I probably would have gagged once I saw all that stuff come out.
love the poem. its a shame how u just cant be free in America!!!
love ya hon and good luck with the job!!!
God Bless you, hun, because I don't know if I could do it. I know we have to get a check, but, let's just leave it at you are a good sport and God is truly gonna bless you!
Hey, by the way! I'm tagging you! You know how it works, so come on over for the rules!
Thanks ya'll..I'ma do the tag
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