Desperate Gaysians and Those Evil White Men

Thursday, December 8th, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it.

I attended a poetry reading yesterday. Franklin Abbott invited me to read with some other Atlanta LGBT poets at a reading at the Atlanta Fulton public Library on Ponce de Leon Avenue. As the repository of Georgia’s largest LGBTQ collection in a public library, I cannot stress how important the library is. I’m already trying to compile a list of books to recommend to them.

The reading was holiday themed, but instead of choosing some holiday-themed poems that might’ve bordered on sappy metaphorical visual imagery of a cross-cultural heritage, I did an about face in response to a few recent events in my life.

Sometimes, during heartbreak, one can say the darndest things, and say absolutions that are just ridiculous. Not my own heartbreak, mind you, but of others. I almost lost a dear friend because thanks to the general life-suckiness of White Gay America, one entertained the thought of *gasp* being straight. In a moment like this, what was I to do? I did the only thing I could do, which was to say that we are not just gay, but GAYSIAN *snap*. When saying gaysian, and to underscore the power behind the identity, it is only appropriate to do a snap of your fingers, lone hand above your hand, not unlike the fist in the air for Black Power in the 60s/70s.

Now imagine a rally of snapping fingers in the air for the Radical Homosexual Asians of America movement.

I used that as the introduction before I read my selection of poems. I dedicated my reading to the Princess, who couldn’t be there, and read a few poems I had recently drawn up in my own yellow-tempered anger. Hon, it’s fabulous to be Gaysian!

*snap*

Read my poems after the jump.

The Need for Brandon Lee
stan d.

To know myself is to see myself,
Dirt, smut, and all.

50 gigabytes of porn
Palmer gets Fucked
Every Poolboy’s Dream
Cum Sloppy Buttholes,
There’s still a void to be filled,
Pun intended.

Nothing else is better than Brandon Lee,
A thousand California rolls cannot make it,
Not even mountains of glitter and kittens,
The smell of a man after a day of hard labor makes me get on my knees and worship,
And yet nothing else is better than Brandon Lee.

Personals
stan d.

Roleplay

5′9 27 GAM top looking for submissive white bottom to re-enact the Japanese invasion of World War II. Looking for POW types, meth-addicts perfect for bondage/prison scenes. Pain tolerance a must. Must not be allergic to bamboo or rattan.

Right Now
5′8, 135, chinese 23, fit smooth, wants to be fucked hard and nasty, be pissed on and eat cum, send a pic for play.

Another Time
19 GAM looking for other GAM my age for discreet fun. Looking to top for the first time. White boyfriend is out, and looking to have some fun before he comes home. He will never suspect anything because I’m not sticky rice.

Fantasy
21, 5′11′ GAM looking for a meaningful relationship. Not looking for rice queens or someone who thinks that I am exotic, or calls me oriental. I’m not a rug! Looking for average guys who won’t ask me where I’m REALLY from, or assume I am a bottom right from the bat. That’s a surprise.

Desperate Gaysians
stan d.

Oh what drama!

Are you trying to steal my white boyfriend?
Why are you looking at him?
He’s mine. Mine!
He’s mine because I saw him first,
I beat the other queens to the punch,
My rosebud is superior to yours,
And you can’t lure him with your oriental wiles.

He’s perfect for me because he appreciates my exotic-ness,
I’m special, admit it.
Maybe he’s not as handsome as Richard,
Or as hung as William from MIT.
But thank Buddha he’s not as kinky as Glen.

I like to keep my sesame oil in the kitchen, thank you very much.
He said it was “natural”,
I always felt like I was being marinated,
Like roast duck at the Asian supermarket.
We stayed together for four months,
Until he installed the Tibetan Shrine in the living room.
A queen has to have some standards.

The night I met Jason,
He came up and asked me where I was from,
I said China, because Tennessee sounded so boring.
We’ve been going out for 3 months,
And he still does not know that I secretly read Ginsberg in my spare time,
And that I graduated with a degree in English Lit.