GENDERF**K

Write a poem/piece of writing that explores the issue of transgressive gender, radical feminism, cis/transgender issues or other subversive gender expressions like drag performance.

This is a very open idea for a competition, I'm looking for expressions of gender or sexuality that are in some way anti-normative. This could include a range of topics as outlined above. It could also be a personal piece about coping with gender dysphoria or how you believe you are treated differently due to your gender. Feminist, homosexualist, transgendered writing on political issues will also be of great interest.

Keep it light, make it dark.
Tell me a tale, a rhyme, a sonnet
A personal experience, an abstract idea or something fantastical.

Cannot wait to see what you all enGENDER.
Any queries, please message me - hopefully we can explore some interesting issues.

[this is a story poem/tale; nothing personal ... hope it`s acceptable]

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~ 29 in a garden of drag Cabarets and Vaudevillian cigarettes

and I read you
in the austere of gone astray words ...
a man ... tramped like a lady
love for you is not for sale     the lover of lover`boys ~
in the b & w nickelodeons of noir, tucked far away
`neath your gentleman`s club of Drag Cabarets
and Vaudevillian Cigarettes, I`ve watched you
fuck and French the moonlight bourbons ...
sheen are the bodies that sweat and trickle like gilded rain, and
your shame is less than the breasts
painted by painters and poets do you blend like prostitutes ...
you`re a bedroom Bardot, suspended in a harem of harlots
where chiseled are the masculine men doused
in the womanly fragrances pampered and reigned
in the boundless pleasures of soft colored
peacocks and anal canaries that choke
after midnight ... semen tears shimmer
like diamonds as quaint as the lover
who [s]hushes you in the candle lit dark ...
and only then, do hardened lips reek of regret
of gangsters forlorned and booze that kiss like prohibition broads
drunk for another man`s drink;
tongues surmount ... entangle .. then dismount
in the last soiree of cocktailian fedoras & forgotten sunrises
in 1949 when you were 29 ...



http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/235624-29-in-a-garden-of-drag-cabarets-and/

"Sexy" and Babs

As non-paying guests, Babs and I have crept in        
to a private room on the 19th floor of        
one of those Las Vegas high-toned hotels.        
     
A ballroom party downstairs, ready to roll,        
of course we don't wait 'cause that's just not our thing.        
     
Instead, while stripping, even down to our bling,        
we laugh, girly-like, for being so naughty.        
       
There's a bubble bath drawn, steam starting to rise,        
a pink scalloped tub, with a ducky inside!        
     
"Sexy sista', aren't we so lucky?", Babs squeals.      
     
We leisurely soak 'round the pink, sweaty tiles.        
Shiny tangled fingers, and rosy toesies;        
     
a carnal frolic of bobbing nakies, 'till        
the sight of us proves a royal bombshell        
on the just-arrived drunken gentleman guest!        
     
His tux all disheveled, the old gent returns,        
his escort arm candy half-out of her dress,        
     
on the company tab, 'cause hey, after all,        
the corporate exec should never be wanting,        
even if he can't get it up anymore!        
     
Oops! Pardon me, I'm sure.      
     
We giggle, 'cause we'll make sure he won't be bored.        
Like seals, Babs and I boldly go to the bed.        
     
Stretching bodies and limbs, I reach to touch sis,        
she rolls her head as she sighs, her eyes meet mine.          
What comes next won't matter, our movements incline.        
     
Music from the party beginning to throb      
up where we are, shaking booties right & left;      
     
Ms Arm-candy watches, her date starts to lean.        
He topples over and falls off the divan,        
"Ohh that poor man!"; she teeters on stilettos        
     
near the bed, to grin her red gash-for-a-mouth,        
and jiggles in time as her orbs dance about.      
     
"This is just too easy", says I, to my sis      
involved in delecti, with both hands engaged,        
filled with my two round backside beauties, still wet.        
     
We look at Arm-candy, who's dress is now gone,        
I ask Babs, "Do you think he's had enough yet?"        
     
The wavy-haired blonde tosses back her champagne,        
then kicks off her red pumps, and drinks more again        
     
"I tell you, meh sista,"says I, with a pout,        
"have you ever seen this in all your born days?"      
     
"Now I dare say, I'd know if ever I had",      
Babs flips back her hair, "cause this sure does look bad."      
     
"Let's leave, I'm starting to feel sorry for her,      
I can't figure it out, she's no place to go."      
     
"Check the old sod's billfold, then give it the ditch.      
This certainly's no way for us to get rich."      
     
"Come on, girl, we'll take you back home to our digs,      
and learn you some new tricks, you can get off with."    

Me as a dude...


It Was A First
 
We talked on the phone after meeting online,  
She liked how I spoke and she sounded so fine,  
We posted new pics on our Facebook accounts.  
Raised eyebrows, I wonder if those melons bounce.  
 
We did what you do and decided to make  
A place and a day and a time for a date.  
I wore a crisp white dress shirt minus a tie,  
And pitch black stovepipe jeans to catch a girl's eye.  
 
With me and my power cut how can I lose?  
And my body sans bling, and lizard skin shoes.  
Okay so I'm here where we both said we'd join,  
I'm ready for action, to spend me some coin.  
 
This club where I'm at is sure building up steam,  
If things don't work out I'll just find me some dream  
Of a girl to play with all night if she's game,  
And trust me, I hope she won't wind up too tame.  
 
I'm checking my watch and I think "should I call",  
Not that I'm worried, but it's late after all.  
So I step to the bar to order a drink,  
And start tossing shooters before I can blink.  
 
Then lo' and behold as the booze starts to hit  
I see the Facebook melons jigglin', oh shit!  
Fuck, it's her, it's her, says my brain-turned-to-lint  
I forget what to do next, i need a hint!  
 
The club with its colorful lights starts to spin,  
My sense of direction gets lost in the din.  
It's then that a hand grabs me tight and then pulls,  
A sweet voice croons, "Come on, stud, you know the rules."  
 
I fall by a table and into a chair  
The way I'm positioned says "hell, I don't care."  
My hourglass hostess sits plump on my lap,  
And that's fine with me 'cause I'm takin' no crap!  
 
We seem to've landed a ways from the crowd,  
I guess that's why her attentions are allowed.  
The way her tongue digs and what her strong hands do,  
Got me feeling open to anything new.  
 
The music goes low as the house lights go dim,  
And the talented miss now looks like a him.  
I'm thinkin', "those shooters went straight to my head",  
I look down and shout, "whatcha doin' there, Fred?"  
 
I creak and I groan then as Fred sucks me off,  
A-smackin' and grinnin' like it ain't enough.  
He stands up and straddles me, chewin' his cud,  
He holds up his fat cock, "Now you do me, stud."  

Thank you for your entries. I'm excited to see how genderf**k translates into poetry. I want this to be a really open, anything goes competition and to push the limits of gender expression through the written word so all stories, poems, tales are welcomed.

Marla



Marla, as a point of reference,
her own undone mundane face resembled in nearly every way
the indistinctly formulaic looks of, let us say,
a Midwestern Bertolt Brecht of middle years.

but flames followed Marla and her each footfall about
and often she chuckled to her self
as she brushed the envious velveteen of her mane
just so.

"Ugliness, my darling....
(Marla she would often quip something
to this effect or some-other )
...is simply beauty biding its time"

(please do understand just now,
Marla she was allowed this sort of embellishment
only on account of her gleaming dahlias of fantastic grace
and generally good-humor'd spirit)

eyeing slyly sidewise the intently pretty features of his face
Addi, she would say,
what a dear you are of a boy
so shyly sweet snowly white

(delicately, you see, Addi, his young skin
fit tightly around his bones quite like a knife,
and hardly a hair was believed
to have ever roamed out of place)

Addi, for his part, would simply pull a perturbed grin coyly
and blink like morphine smiling coolly black.
traveling trembling
gently she would lay him on his back

to suck the long sighs and thighs of smoke and thunder
lips widening to expanse
(Ceramide, natch,
or Russian Red on a Wednesday)

and Marla she would press and enter
with the long slow vulva of her hammer
Soaking into the flutter of its slopes and edges
to twist like an opened artery

with all that golden meter of her scrutiny, Marla,
and all the secrets that she keeps under
toes, fingers curled into this grunt or that moan
from her column, Marla,

spilling her wine now hot as fever
foaming at the ledge in frenzy over
spating pumping
from her cock of femininity and fire.  

Butch

I stroke my phalic rudder
And pretend
It is in fact a physical extension
The hard sex of phantom me
And penetrate my lovers starfish kiss
With deep grind
And enjoy the motion of my masculinity
I wear this side of me
Extending proud
Through manly leather harness
My glory shaft
Protrudes in mind as my chromosomal alternative
I pant heterogametic sex, in deep raspy voice
Holding a defiant posture
My dominant sex countenance
My boot perches in pirate Stance
On the rail of his bed
Arms reach from held akimbo
And hold hard with a firm gripping hand
My leverage now steady i thrust again
And over and over....over
The thrust stimulates my clitoral bud
I feel the pulse begin and groan
The tingle of pleasure increases my speed
He shouts as my pelvis pushes deep
Faster and harder....harder
The percussion of thigh to cheek sounds sweet
Ever increasing my venereal beat
And in my head i switch
Feeling myself throb from deep
The urge to unleash seed inside my lover
Takes my body over...over
I grasp under big muscular shoulders and pull back
And out cums in illusory seminal rush
Thee man in me....me

Wonderful comp idea

Waiting for Ricky

Smoking a cigarette, she sat by the window
patiently waiting for Ricky to come home
He had gone to work even though he was ill
and Kathy doted on him when he got home; waiting to put on a show

I tagged along with Ricky's sister that cold winter day
I think we were trying to score
and Ricky always had a nickel or so to give away
We bought some beer at the corner store

All I knew was that they lived together
and when Kathy opened the door, he was dressed like a she
She  was introduced as Kathy, and she was all made up despite the weather
I can usually roll with anyone, but this threw me

I sat down and tried not to stare
She was wearing a tight v-neck purple top
and had caked on face and eye makeup with a barrette in her hair
Staring at this quite hairy bear of a woman, I tried to figured it out until my friend told me to stop

There was a knock on the door
Kathy ran to the window and announced it was not her honey
Instead, in walked a guy in drag who was six foot four
His bare feet were huge, and Doddie wore white jeans, dangling white pearl earrings, and she had came to borrow some money

After she left, Kathy saw Ricky's car coming, and she ran to a mirror to fix her lipstick and hair
She answered the door with a loud and boisterous, "Hi Honey!"
When she hugged him, I noticed that she was twice his size, they made quite a pair
“To each to his own”, my friend whispered, and I was too shocked to think it was funny

I turned to my friend and said:  "What the fuck is this?"
she told me to just be quiet and not say a thing
I watched as Kathy muckled onto Ricky's face and lips
and asked him if he had a hard day at work adjusting her engagement ring

Ricky looked embarrassed after he spotted me sitting on the couch
I had not seen him since high school, and he looked the same
My friend handed him a joint, and Kathy got some chips to munch
I learned later that his name used to be Bruce, but he now went by this other name

What I remember most about that day in nineteen seventy seven
is how normal Ricky and Kathy seemed as a pair, like neither of them cared
They kissed and held hands; it seemed they were a match made in heaven
After my friend and I left their apartment that day, she said that Ricky was happy, and I told her I was sorry that I stared

Thank you all for your entries, I thoroughly enjoyed reading these, seeing the variety of responses to this competition and how different the angles on genderf**k. were. Talking about subversive expressions is so important (and personally for me, therapeutic), especially now that we are, as a society, beginning to open up, explore and discover these issues of identity that are so at the core of who we are.

Congratulations to Vandel_Viaclovsky on winning the competition - I especially liked the use of "Marla" as a signifier for exploring the blurred lines of gender, sex and sexuality, as well as the intricacy of the writing evocative language.

Once again, thanks to all who participated.

AFRIENDOFTINA <3