flexibeast.space - poetry
“Too much Fabulous, too much”
Too much Fabulous, too much - suffocating me, drowning me. Not a glorious affirmation, but a mould i know i can never pour myself into without losing me. The Fabulous you continually use to represent queerdom tells me i am not Queer. Yet, despite not being Queer, i am, nevertheless, queer. Where can i see myself, or at least a potential version of myself? Is there no other aesthetic than Fabulous? Is being queer entirely specified by Fabulous? Is there no other way to empower all of us without disempowering some of us?
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