I have oh~so many names
Contacts & novel frames
Playing different games
Whether B’И A Duke or Dame
It -still & always- feels the same
Although I’ll tell Ü, serial experiments lain
…
Delusion disillusion
Can often cause confusion:
¿Which character R W3 even use’И?
I’ve never had A problem with illusions
Like pronouns or night gowns – N’stitution’§
R not just meant 2 form new norms & exclusions
Sometimes they’re there 2 figure out Fame’s fusions
…
Frustration
B’И formed from
During my gestation
When N-Utero: “what do Ü
Desire – Wannabe – my lover?
Ey3 N’Ø how it sounds A little Gay
But -fuck it- whatever…Ü can
B’CüM A Faggot iF Ü really
Really wanna.” – yet reality
Of The situation B: §üM people
R closeted bigots – so then they’ll
Claim my Pain like “same” 2 my domain
Until they hear my N§ªИ3 name & then say
“Get back N’2 the closet – We don’t wanna
Admit We didn’t actually give A single shit
About how Ü feel when grow’И like grain
Since §üM öF “ܧ” will lose our brain
So N§tead we’ll break Ü like Bane”
P’s regal reign – Purple Rain
Pour’И down – now Ü R Lame
4 here iT B: the Truth öF iT
We just wanna touch your TiTs
Booty like pirates digging a pit
2 bury treasure & pressure my dick
& never try 2 ever pleasure’И Her CliT
…
The spark of this poem was finding another aspect of myself. Normally I have to bend the story to fit me, but sometimes the world won’t take chances with me missing something oh~so obvious & on the nose.
I got distracted with my initial inspiration of wanting to mark the occasion of finding another one of my stories, especially since it explains my fascination with a particular word that I’ve been told is offensive & makes me a bigot for using it.
Gypsy
I’ve always loved the name. Some people only recognize the negative connotations of untrustworthy thieves & lazy thrifters. But never to me. I always saw Beauty & Freedom – I always saw Esmeralda – but now I know, I was trying to find M4.
I often appropriate “offensive” words & give them as names to different parts of my self. Ü can say I’m offensive, but I’m just using my name. Stop stealing my words from Me. They’re all I have.
A few of my names that I’m claimed are: Faggot, Queer, Kike, Cunt, Retard, & now Gypsy – thanks to finally rediscovering the part of me that is the reason why I love the word: because I actually do Love my self, I’m just told I’m not allowed to explore certain aspects of “Me” because PC culture has decided to act like Bigots & decide what I’m allowed to do/act based on the color of my skin & assumed sexuality, without ever asking “Whö Am I?” really.
They decided to re-write my story rather than admit they are actively raping my identity.
[10 October 2024 Revision]
[N’Progres’§] N'<oah>’§
Homophobic Fags
<sorry>×Cunt×<Haruhi SuzumΣV∃yΛ>
I’m Grumpy (Rọbọt Tears) / Smeer: The Queer
REMember MΣ / Sweet Boy Soliloquy / Patriarchy Parody (Chivalry B Dread & Ü Killed HiM) / Denial öF The Divine Masculine / She’s The Man; He B Queen / EY3 AMªReal WºMªИ / N’Ø Blurred Lines
Sweet Sinner; Sour Sorrow / Mac’or’Oni Art 4 MاE§ / I Am Gay (Like Happy) / Cutler’s Feminine 4th Floor
’92 ’til N’FiИi’T / TM∞: Glare / The Farnsworth Parable
Black Frieza (Sour Lime)
Queer Craves Real Connection As HªN’ИªH’s Harmony Echos N My Hollow Chest [Venus LiV§ N My Penis]
The Full-öF~Shit Alchemist (Transmutation☯Circles) [6;N9ИE 8 §ΣV∃И Edition]
Autistic iGИiTiØN (A.M’∃ Finds M3) / §quiggles & lines (Steve’И V. Buscemi [5]) / Reflections With N’Ø Erection
<üИ>’Comfortable / §3X'<change>’H4iR
REMembering November: Dazed N Confused / HªN’ИªH Time / Made This Way / 4 Mantling MΔC
Fruit Juice / Zimbabwe Texture / Reflections Mimic ME’ (Kimba the White Lion) / what:everPM☮🖕
PCP vs N’И (The Same Side öF History)
Longchamp
That §pecial Hug『』(2 öF Ü) [Cا Edition]
&: The Holy §pirit
[earlier draft]
I have many names
Novel frames
Playing different games
Whether Duke or Dame
It’s still & always the same
Although
…
It causes confusion
Which character am Ey3 use’И?
I don’t have a problem with illusions
Like pronouns & night gowns – institutions
Aren’t just meant 2 form exclusions
Sometimes they’re there 2 help fusions
…
Frustration
Formed from
During gestation
N-Utero: “what do Ü
Wannabe – my lover?
Sounds A little Gay, but
Fuck it, whatever…Ü can
B’CüM A Faggot iF Ü really
Really wanna.” – But thing B
§üM people R closeted bigots
They claim “same” 2 my domain
Until they hear my name – then say
“Get back N’2 the closet – We don’t wanna
Admit that We don’t actually give A shit
About how Ü feel about your Name
It causes §üM öF “ܧ” 2 feel Pain
So we’ll drive Ü N§ane” – rain
Pours down – Ü R Lame
So the Truth öF iT
We just wanna
Use your TiTs
Not pleasure
Her CliT
…
The spark of this poem was finding another aspect of myself. Normally I have to bend the story to fit me, but sometimes the world won’t take chances with me missing something oh~so obvious & on the nose.
I got distracted with my initial inspiration of wanting to mark the occasion of finding another one of my stories, especially since it explains my fascination with a particular word that I’ve been told is offensive & makes me a bigot for using it.
Gypsy
I’ve always loved the name. Some people only recognize the negative connotations of untrustworthy thieves & lazy thrifters. But never to me. I always saw Beauty & Freedom – I always saw Esmeralda – but now I know, I was trying to find M4.
I often appropriate “offensive” words & give them as names to different parts of my self. Ü can say I’m offensive, but I’m just using my name. Stop stealing my words from Me. They’re all I have.
A few of my names that I’m claimed are: Faggot, Queer, Kike, & now Gypsy – thanks to finally rediscovering the part of me that is the reason why I love the word: because I actually do Love my self, I’m just told I’m not allowed to explore certain aspects of “Me” because PC culture has decided to act like Bigots & decide what I’m allowed to do/act based on the color of my skin & assumed sexuality, without ever asking “Whö Am I?” really.
They decided to re-write my story rather than admit they are actively raping my identity.
♡Sugar☆World☮ 