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February 1, 2013
Right Hand, Left Hand is a simple metaphor from ~mtroubadour
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I wish
being a lesbian were like
being left-handed.
Whenever someone notices
you writing a cheque
or doodling
or opening a door
And they exclaim:
"You're left-handed?"
I wish it were as simple as that.
When it's funny
and I laugh, panicking.
Such stuff punchlines are made on,
that such a casual,
integral,
part of myself
has the spotlight shone on it,
And revealed (they think)
their own ignorance,
(How wonderful it is to enlighten someone
by being.)
And yet I never hear the questions
that logically spring to mind:
"Won't you have trouble with the gearshift
on a car?"
"How do you use scissors?"
"Can you even write
with your right hand?"
I wish all comparisons
and metaphors
were true.
being a lesbian were like
being left-handed.
Whenever someone notices
you writing a cheque
or doodling
or opening a door
And they exclaim:
"You're left-handed?"
I wish it were as simple as that.
When it's funny
and I laugh, panicking.
Such stuff punchlines are made on,
that such a casual,
integral,
part of myself
has the spotlight shone on it,
And revealed (they think)
their own ignorance,
(How wonderful it is to enlighten someone
by being.)
And yet I never hear the questions
that logically spring to mind:
"Won't you have trouble with the gearshift
on a car?"
"How do you use scissors?"
"Can you even write
with your right hand?"
I wish all comparisons
and metaphors
were true.
Literature
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual.
i.
They said
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
ii.
They told her that
She could either love boys
Or girls
Or both.
Not everyone.
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
iii.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
Invisible,
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
Invisible,
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not ge
Literature
Don't Talk To Me
"I'm sorry," I said, and meant it.
She nodded, her expression unfathomable. "Me too."
There was a long pause.
"Just two days ago," I said quietly, avoiding her eyes, "we couldn't even be in the same room without going for each other's throats."
She turned away. "Yeah," she admitted. "But look at us now."
I continued, "And just two months ago we were the best of friends. But look at us now." This time I looked directly at her, smiling mirthlessly.
"But look at us now," she
Literature
I Call Him Compulsion
Three. Four. Five. I like five; it feels complete. Okay, one more time. Six
Seven. Done.
"How long does it take to get a glass of water?" my husband calls from the living room.
"Sorry, I'm coming." I resist the urge to rinse the glass a few more times. Cleanliness is not a factorit's the numbers. The completion. The habit. I take a sip of my water and force myself to stop asking if I should just run the water one more time.
I join Sam in the living room and sit in my usual spot: the center recliner. He always lies on the couch to watch TV. It works.
He hits the play button, and we watch ten minutes of reality before the demon
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Also posted at my LJ (now inactive).
(1/2/2013) Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the Daily Deviation. I wrote this several years ago, when I thought coming out was the greatest, most world-changing thing I could do for myself. Now I know that coming out of the closet isn't the end of a journey; it's not absolute. At the time I wrote this, I was out to my close friends, and a couple of classes and teachers at my high school.
Being "in the closet" is not a sign of cowardice. And if you are in an LGBTQ community or have LGBTQ friends who are out, you don't have to come out until you feel safe. You don't owe the homophobes of the world anything. Come out on your own terms, the way you want to!
(1/2/2013) Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the Daily Deviation. I wrote this several years ago, when I thought coming out was the greatest, most world-changing thing I could do for myself. Now I know that coming out of the closet isn't the end of a journey; it's not absolute. At the time I wrote this, I was out to my close friends, and a couple of classes and teachers at my high school.
Being "in the closet" is not a sign of cowardice. And if you are in an LGBTQ community or have LGBTQ friends who are out, you don't have to come out until you feel safe. You don't owe the homophobes of the world anything. Come out on your own terms, the way you want to!
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What an interesting thought!