between morning meds
and evening meds
there is a carefully-curated blankness
so i don’t stumble
and swallow the rest of my days
all at once
What it’s like to be queer and Muslim – photo series by Samra Habib, documenting the lives of queer Muslims living in North America and Europe
Ketchup sandwiches, and other things stupid poor people eat – article by Anastasia Basil exploring what it is to be poor in the US today
My night out in Cleveland with the worst men on the internet – feminist journalist Laurie Penny is invited to “the gayest neo-fascist rally at the Republican national convention”, with other attendees including Milo Yiannopoulos and RoK’s RooshV.
Photoseries by Donato Di Camillo, who became a photographer whilst in prison
The queer poor aesthetic – article by Shak’ar Mujukian exploring the invisibility and erasure of working class people in theoretically inclusive queer spaces. Quite a good read, although you definitely have to filter out the jargon a bit.
I pass through the barbed-wire fence like a ghost,
go unnoticed by the sniffer dogs and the border officers
with their masked faces, their canisters of tear gas,
and am welcomed onto the ferry
by a smiling P&O hostess.
Continue reading “calais ii”
Darling, I’m sorry; I broke
and started smoking again,
even though lung cancer killed your aunt
and we hear the hacking start of it
in your mother’s breathing now. Continue reading “Confession”
There are a lot of ways I can play this,
a lot of patterns to paint these walls with,
a lot of paper to cover the cracks.
I can build myself a skin out of the scraps I find
in action films and shitty novels,
splicing this guy’s wit with that guy’s cynicism
with that other guy’s pulsing resentment,
weaving trope into trope,
grafting them onto my bones. Continue reading “Skin”