A Poem About Pansexuality.
This is a poem I wrote in class less than an hour ago...we were supposed to use a poem by Thomas Lux as a guideline to help make someone fall in love with a word. My poem ended up...diverging from that intent a little bit. I was trying to make it about the word pansexuality, but instead it ended up turning into a mixture of pansexuality and genderqueer nature. I really liked the way it ended up, though, and while I couldn't read it in class due to feeling it was...too personal to share there, I can definitely share it here.
Pansexuality.
To society, I must limit, choose,
pick a side between two stark binaries.
There the dull, dim witted men bulging with muscles,
or dainty little blushing maidens yearning for a hero.
I am expected to be one and to seek the other.
Limit my choice of mate.
Limit who I am.
Even in our most liberal of times in all of history,
society says,
"Pick a side."
I could be gay, or straight,
but never a mix.
Yet I reject this.
To me, everyone is beautiful,
desirable.
A blushing maiden or strongman might intrigue,
but so too can the lithe little poet
with his gothic clothes and long, ebony hair.
Or the girl who plays football with the best of them,
tackling burly men as readily as gender roles.
Or even those between the binaries,
lurking in a spectrum of gender neither man nor woman,
much like myself.
A twenty year old wearing their skirt,
as they try to wriggle their genitals into a pair of panties,
a pair meant for a crotch without the bulk.
Or the man, born a girl, who wears a strap-on,
simulating that which nature denied them.
I see them all, and think,
this is pansexuality.
This is what it's like.
No limits.
No simple, binary choices.
Just a sea of humanity,
waiting for me with the fishing lure.
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