I'm not like your 'typical' man.

 I don't know who's top of the league.
Talk to me of Rugby or fitbaw and watch my eyes glaze over.
Mention dead frenchmen and you've got my attention.
My phallic limb maist in yaise
is ma pen
and I'd rather write a poem
than smash in a face.
The way to my heart is through cake.
I'd easy prefer a cuddle instead of a shag
this has been tested and proven,make nae mistake.
I'd rather endure a maggie thatcher sex tape than have a one night stand.
I wish I never had to suffer the boredom of shaving.
When. And If. I can be arsed... I actually enjoy cleaning...
But please form an orderly queue later to request my skills.
I deconstruct my masculinity daily.
I lay down the leash of ma male privilege.
A noose at both ends.
Patriarchy hangs me.
I'm having a funeral for macho gender roles.
Cremating the remnants of it's lingering influence.
Do not send wreaths.
In attendance my friends.
I love my male friends as brothers.
No homo though
Because our society says you can't express love to another man (mutual respect and understanding)
gotta be Cock to fanny or your a poofter.
Family love is pushing it.
Of course this is phallacy.
Poetry.Poetry BTW is like gay as fuck.
So I'm a "raging Queer".
Defo. I mean I'm always wi the Polari Lingo.
Coves ,I'm probs too meese.(Say what?)
I work in dismantling by degrees.Subversion I count among my sisters.
"Feminist" isnae a dirty word tae me.
Feminist is everything I am
and want tae be.