Androgyny: A Cabaret of Genderfuck & WordplayA Poem by VERONICAIn this I reference Miss Forward; I lived in Madison, WI when I wrote this poem in High School. Miss Forward is a statue that stands on top of the Wisconsin Capitol and points to the National Capitol.Part I: Assumptions & Someones Quietly, she sits, knowing nothing of him, Except his sex and this is a significant fact. The latest studies reveal his frontal lobe is well developed And she can generalize that in a relationship sex interests
him the most. He sits, just as quietly and knowing nothing of her, besides
her sex. This tells him she is, most likely, great with kids and is
more sensitive than he. In this state, the two strangers wait to gain access into
the main hall of enlightenment. Someone invades the atrium; A well-sealed smile and sparkle in the eyes, Is the mien of revolution that adorns the face. Stopping, only for a pause, to sigh, The someone proceeds into the next room. “Was that a man or a girl?” she asks her contemporary. Anticipating the usual apathetic male response, She is surprised at his tense and distraught reply: “I have no idea. It’s- it’s driving me crazy.” He expects a tirade regarding the beauty of those who dress
as they please. Instead, she asserts, “Those damn f**s"just trying to
confuse us” Assuming that he will agree, on account of a masculinity
complex. Frustrated and amazed, he abruptly stands up, knocking down
his chair. He pushes through another someone who is, quietly and
assertively, Passing through to the main hall. Part II: Embodiment
& Pronouns Bold with his black tie
and her blouse with floral prints, He stands with a
wide-legged stance, her arms gesturing wildly. Bright red lips seem to
contrast a five o’clock shadow. His arms are hairy; her
fingernails painted. Her long hair clings to
his back. Stressed and baggy
jeans that sag below her waistline Catch on the heels of
his grey stilettos. His exposed boxers,
with masochistic prints, Hug her hips to hide
the secret that is hir sex. Zie walks with a gait
that flexes his midriff And keeps her broad shoulders
parallel to the ground. Decked in a number of
colorful bracelets and metallic chains, Zie elegantly clanks
down the street, free to hir own imagination And, inadvertently, turning heads. Part III:
Destruction & Me I have balls. I have a beautiful
male body, Accompanied with this
courageousness That allows me to
wear jewelry and tights as I please, That allows me to
crush the gender binary with every feminine step I take, That preludes to an
apocalypse of this nonsensical dichotomy. Sending businessmen
and housewives running, bawling; Forcing men to scream
“like girls” and women to grab weapons in defense. I have the ovaries to
say that I'm a feminist, That I'm for gender
equality, That I am
androgynous. Androgynous like
skirts and beards, Like Barbies and
basketball, Like a cabaret of genderfuck and worldplay, like natural magic. Androgynous like
always and never representing both ends of the gender spectrum; An anarchy of
expression uninhibited by society's fallacies of dualism and gender. Now I'm
"anti" a lot of things. Anti-government,
anti-society, Anti-race and
anti-time. Gender is one of
those things And if you don't
agree; Here's a bit of
history. Back Before men and women
took up the weapons of plows and spades against our planet, Someone had the great
idea of dividing labor along the dotted line of sex- dot. dot. dot. there was still room for trans people in indigenous cultures. Years later, empire that grew out of some agricultural traditions imposed strict MADE UP gender codes. Religion, Governance and Commerce together enforced this code with death as they attempted to
ensnare every unruly vine of life within mass gardens of labels. Over time this trench
was expanded as assumptions were made, Evolving into the
rigid, state-of-the-art double standards that we have today. Look carefully and
you will find that, besides a few natural bodily functions Our reproductive organs do not dictate any fact about us society does that well enough. So I will take the
sledgehammer to the wall between the male and female bathrooms. I will surpass both
the male and female teams in my high school’s gym class. I will scale to the
utmost reaches of our capital, yelling this doctrine with Miss Forward; And despite our
apparent differences of flesh and bronze, in age and sex, We will blur the
lines of gender roles into annihilation and become one. Gender does not
exist. People created it.
I will destroy it.
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