Lauren Zuniga - Confessions of an Uneducated Queer
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- Опубліковано 20 лис 2012
- Lauren Zuniga was our amazing feature on the 19th of November at the Vancouver Poetry Slam. This is her poem Confessions of an Uneducated Queer. You can find her book "The Smell of Good Mud" here - amzn.to/2aGLuHl
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"For the suburban queers who only have tumblr to not feel alone in the world"
"This is from my ten year old daughter, who stood up to the other kids when they called her friend gay. She said mom, they said it like it was a bad thing."
"Oppression is a loud room and sometimes we can't hear our own pulse."
"Mom, they said it like it was a bad thing"
"Poets are cheaper than college". I live it!
I started sobbing when she talked about her daughter when she said, "Mom, they said it like it was a bad thing."
As a 14 year old girl who's confused as hell about her sexuality because she likes boys a lot and has been with boys, but gets butterflies when talking to girls this made me feel not alone. Thank you
Cried. I loved the line about having to get drunk to kiss girls....I've been there but five years sober makes it harder because now when I wanna kiss them I have to admit I actually wanted to...
Wow, I'm so glad I'm not the only one who's had to learn all of this stuff by themselves. It gives me hope and makes me want to come out and wear my bisexuality on my sleeve.
Woah. I adore Lauren Zuniga and while I was a bit wish-washy at the beginning, I was in love at the end, especially when she started listing people and said "For the Q" because so many people don't acknowledge that Queer is a sexuality. Her tears with the "creating a safe space for me to fuck it up" was gorgeous also.
I've listened to this poem over 10 times yet I still manage to tear up ever time. Shoutout to all of the other "suburban queers who only have tumblr to not feel alone in this world". We'll get through it :)
As an agender greypansexual panromantic teen living in a small town, I needed this, thank you!
My Mom is a lesbian and happily engaged to a wonderful woman and yet she tells me if I was gay she would cry. Because of every judgemental look she had ever gotten on the street. But it doesn't seem that way to me. My bisexuality is more like a ball and chain because if I came out I'd never be able to go out. Sleepovers wouldn't be part of my vocabulary. Because she wants to protect me from doing something I'd regret. But how am I ever going to live if life is a series of choices? All of my choices taken away from like she is baby proofing my way through life. How am I ever going to find myself if she covers my eyes? I wasn't allowed to go to my best friends house any more because she had a crush on me. I was only allowed to go out with guy friend's if they were gay. My Mother has been through a lot that I do not know of and maybe I am just bitching my way through adolescence but I want to be trusted to not think of people as opportunities.
"for the suburban queers who only have tumblr to not feel alone in the world"
I love this poem, but one thing that always hits me is Luther Bageese(? Mcgee?) I wonder if Lauren was able to find them. I hope she was because the pain in her voice at that one moment was absolutely heart wrenching for me.
This is the first slam poem to make me cry, thank you so much for speaking the words that needed to be said
I found this poem over 4 years ago, when I was a baby gay trying to figure shit out. It was massively helpful then, and "the world is problematic, please fuck it up" still rattles around my head a lot. Thank you
As someone who is confident in my asexuality but still question romantic attraction, who has had more crushes on girls than boys but doesn't have enough confidence to stray from the "straight" and narrow, this really helps. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one struggling with trying to find myself. :)
I still have that lump in my throat. Tears, tears
I just sat and cried. gosh darn it.