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Bob Ross gets it.

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I want a girl.

With soft skin that goes goose bumps when I gently touch her hand and this small hair on her arm is standing still like tiny, but brave soldiers against my intervention. She starts to giggle quietly at first, but after several seconds she bursts with a loud laugh and she blushes because she feels like it's a really inappropriate time for this. But I just smile and kiss her in a red cheek that is hot because of all the laugh she was doing. She's hot'n'soft and I know she loves me the way I love her. She holds my hand when we're in a group of friends. She looks at me all thirsty when we're in the middle of something and I know that people always guess what we do in the bathroom when we excuse ourselves. She texts me about how much she misses me when I'm at uni and I can't think of anything but her. At the end of the day I hold her in my arms while she talks about her day and I know that she's her own person and I'm my own person and we just choose to love each other. We choose to come back to each other no matter what not because we own each other, but because we're in love.

I want a girl who allows me to love her this way and who will love me back.

“Dear Straight People” Written and Performed By: Denice Frohman All rights reserved to Denice Frohman, may not be transcribed, performed, copied, shared without written consent from author. © 2011.

Dear Straight People, Who do you think you are? Do you have to make it so obvious that I make you uncomfortable?  Why do I make you uncomfortable? Do you know that makes me uncomfortable? Now we’re both uncomfortable. Dear Straight People, You’re the reason we stay in the closet. You’re the reason we even have a closet. I don’t like closets, but you made the living room an unshared space and now I’m feeling like a guest in my own house. Dear Straight People, Sexuality and gender? Two different things  combined in many different ways. If you mismatch your socks, you understand. Dear Hip-Hop, Why are you fascinated with discovering gay rappers? Gay people rap. Just like gay people ride bikes and eat tofu. Dear Straight People, I don’t think God has a sexual orientation,  but if she were straight, she’d be a dope ally. Why else would she invent rainbows? Dear Straight Women, I mean, “Straight Women.”  Leave me the fuck alone! Dear Straight Men, If I’m flirting with you it’s because I think it’s funny. Just laugh. Dear Straight People, I’m tired of proving that my love is authentic. So I’m calling for reparations.  When did you realize you were straight? Who taught you? Did it happen because your parents are divorced? Did it happen because your parents are not divorced? Did it happen because you sniffed too much glue in 5th grade? Dear Straight People, Why do you have to stare at me when I’m holding my girlfriend’s hand like I’m about to rob you? Dear Straight People, You make me want to fuckin’ rob you! Dear Straight Allies,  thank you, more please! Dear Straight Bullies, You’re right. We don’t have the same values.  You kill everything that’s different. I preserve it. Tell me, what happened to  Jorge Mercado? Sakia Gunn? Lawrence King? What happened to the souls alienated in between too many high school walls, who planned the angels of their deaths in math class, who imagined their funerals as ticker-tape parades,  who thought the afterlife was more like an after party. Did you notice that hate is alive and well in too many lunch rooms, taught in the silence of too many teachers,  passed down like second hand clothing from too many parents. Dear Queer Young Girl,  I see you. You don’t want them to see you so you change the pronouns in your love poems to “him” instead of “her.”  I used to do that. Dear Straight People, You make young poets make bad edits. Dear Straight People, Kissing my girlfriend in public without looking to see who’s around  is a luxury I do not fully have yet. But tonight, I am drunk in my freedom, grab her hand on the busiest street in Philadelphia, zip my fingers into hers and press our lips firmly, until we melt their stares into a standing ovation, imagine that we are in a sea of smiling faces, even when we’re not and when we’re not, we start shoveling, digging deep into each other’s eyes we say, “Hey Baby, can’t nothing stop this tonight”  because tonight, this world is broken and we’re the only thing that’s going to keep it together.

The first Glastonbury (it was called the Pilton Pop blues and folk…) festival (1970)

Fox here!

Yes, you can say that someone’s attraction is transphobic. How can you tell if someone is cis or trans other than asking them? Short answer: you can’t.

If you’re attracted to men and a really handsome man tells you he’s a trans man, does your attraction to him suddenly disappear?

If you’re attracted to women and start dating a woman and fall in love with her, eventually to find that she’s a stealth trans woman, does your attraction to her suddenly disappear?

If you knew a non-binary person was trans but didn’t want to date them because you assumed them to have certain parts but then discover that those actually aren’t the parts they have, are you suddenly attracted to them?

If the answer to any of these questions is “yes”, you are transphobic– even if you’re trans– and you need to sit down with yourself and assess what’s going on.

You don’t know what parts anyone in any of these scenarios would have and you never would until they told or showed you, so what’s the real issue, here?

Sleeping next to someone you care about is probably one of the best feelings in the world.