Explosions of puppies and rainbows

I’m now on Pottermore, and I got sorted into Hufflepuff. At first, I was pissed. Like, “What the fuck, JK? I thought we were cool.” But then I read what was essentially my acceptance letter, and I realized, “Actually, this makes sense. I’m not particularly brave, studious or ambitious; and arrogance makes me wanna punch a sucka.” So say what you will, I’m happy to be a Hufflepuff. With my dandy new slightly springy fourteen-and-a-quarter-inch unicorn-hair-core sycamore wand and Beelzebub (He’s my toad—and he totally matches my house colors) at my side, I’m ready to go. FUCK YEAH HUFFLEPUFF

Cousins
Uncles
Aunts, grand—
mothers
Sit a spell, listen
I’ve got a story to tell
Well
Less a story; a mission

You see
I don’t belong to your world
of morals. And boys and girls
Adhering to rules
Of desert kings
3,000 years dead
After all, they say
“Blood runs thicker than water”
So why oppress your own daughter?
Condemn her as a sinner
“To the kitchen!”—cooking dinner
While her husband, Bread-winner
Demands that she be thinner

You don’t see
The injustice
You see righteous retribution
For a Fruit plucked in passion
Eve’s transgression
Her burden to bear

I walk in the Garden of Earthly Delights
I make my paradise
You await a Pearly Gate
I, a lover’s embrace
To take me to Nirvana
And in that ecstasy
I’ve found all the God I need

I am not your altar boy.
I am a sinner, the leper
The untouchable
I am the faggot that you fear
The maggot that you hear
crushed on the sidewalk
Move to the side—watch
As my heretic blood
Spills on the roadside

I am not man
I am not woman
I am not in between
No.
If you knew the me
The reality I see
For you, I’d cease to be
Human.
I would mutate
A monster
Abomination to destroy
Pestilence, lust
Apocalypse, sin

When you see the foul thing
You don’t say “he”
You don’t say “she”
You don’t say “they”
You don’t say “ze”
You say
It.
“It’s coming.”
“It’ll rape our children.”
“It’ll spread its disease.”
“It must be eliminated.”

But “it” isn’t a curse.
“It” is an idea
Liberation, passion
Beauty, strength
These are “it”
“It” is a blessing
In “it,” all good things
Have a name

Call me “it”
I’ll be your monster
‘Cause you know what?
A monster is fierce
A monster is queer
A monster is not
to be fucked with
And if I’m your monster
Then so be it

But no
You’ll see
What you wish
And I’ll be
That Matthias
The boy you knew
Straight as an arrow
It makes me quiver
But I can’t change you
I can’t make you see.

I guess I’ll pray for a miracle
Even if I don’t believe.

is dancing and teaching English to a sea of small French children. LIFE IS THE CUTEST THING RIGHT NOW

Lloro.

Lloro sí por la tristeza de haber perdido dos hermanas, pero también lloro por la alegría que siento en darme cuenta de que nos veremos otra vez. Lamento su partida, mas regresarán. Hasta aquel día, espero. Las espero, acordándome de sus ojos, de su risa, de sus lágrimas, de su corazón. Mis peruanas se fueron—de verdad, se fueron. Pero no me abandonaron. Las tengo aquí dentro, en la mente, en el corazón; en el alma.