Cliff notes of a Queer Womxn
about struggle and finding space in the world
Cliff notes of a queer womxn
I am a woman…
Who has her wife,
Sneak her tampons in public.
Then asks for an escort to the bathroom because…
I don’t want to be alone when there is a confrontation.
Because there is always a confrontation.
I provide my ID,
Here is proof officer,
Can I please go pee?
I want to be pregnant so bad…
But I don’t know what to wear.
And I spent twenty years trying to feel comfortable in my own skin.
In my own self.
In my womaness…
But I don’t shop on that side of the store.
They told me it was a phase.
That I’ll grow out of it.
Why would you choose to be gay?
Like
I wouldn’t choose the path of least resistance
Like I enjoyed this or something.
But like…
I am so thankful I chose to stay.
I get to live in my own unapologetic truth
I get to LIVE.
I am so happy I AM ALIVE.
About the Creator
Tarah Townsell
She/Her
Mother. Wife. Sister. Auntie.
Queer. Writer. Lover. Fighter.
Things that move me-
Helping young people with mental health, addiction, recovery, self-harm, surviving and thriving by telling and sharing my stories.
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