Rooster Tails

As I lounge about my room because my lazy ass has managed to sleep through my only class today, I realize two things. One: that first sentence was dauntingly long. Two: I need to be productive to society somehow today. Is it sad that I immediately ran to my blog and not the nearest homeless shelter? Maybe, but I like to think this isn't an entirely pointless project.

I have two words for you, my friends: Rooster Tails. Okay, maybe more words are necessary. Having a genderqueer blog allows me to stumble upon all kinds of awesome genderbending blogs, sites, and people (I have a few listed at the bottom of my page). I was privileged enough to find Rooster Tails, a blog about two New Zealand transmen who are in love (so cute)! It's funny. It's witty. It's adorable and lame and loving. And heartwarming. I highly recommend it and will post a link at the bottom of my page with all the other great queer pantheons of the blog world (that I have found thus far).

Rooster Tails, Words and Pictures from a New Zealand Transboy

Milk, please.

“If a bullet should enter my brain, let it open every closet door.” –Harvey Milk

I love a woman who loves women
and she loves me.
And, Harvey, we love you.

You changed me, Harvey.
When that bullet grazed your hand,
it splintered my closet door.
As a death notice lodged in your brain,
my door flung open wide and I blinked into the sun
Of the vast
unrelenting
unforgiving
unloving
world.
And I smiled.

Harvey, I am so sorry about Jack,
but he wasn’t your fault.
And Scotty always loved you.
Can you love a woman
who loves women?
I hope so.
I will always love you
for what you did, what you lost,
how you made them all believe.

How you made me believe
that I’m not a disease.
I’m a woman
who loves women,

And I am beautiful.