TO THE STRAIGHT GIRLS AT OUR BAR: A LETTER FROM THE GAYS (PLEASE STOP SHRIEKING)

This poem is beautiful. And, I totally empathize. I, too, have sat at the bar and watched the straight girls come in, pushing each other to see if anyone wants a taste of the forbidden for a night…knowing that tomorrow will allow the lucky daredevil to blend right back in and brag about her indiscretion.

But, can we take just a moment to admit that the real problem with bars is straight men? Straight men are often the reason that straight women find themselves in gay bars. If straight men had better manners, less of a sense of entitlement, and stopped objectifying straight women, perhaps they would stop trying to hide in gay bars.

How many of us know straight women who desperately seek affection from gay women simply because they have been hurt emotionally or physically by straight men?

malintZINE

“we LOVE the gays!”

this isn’t even what it’s about.

the point is we’re so lonely we’ve
taken to fucking and falling
in love with drug dealers
or no one or other peoples’
husbands,

taken to single lifestyles
and breakups and independence,
to drinking and to pretty words
and to humoring people like you

as if these are our callings,
as if love is not the one
thing we want for
and hurt, quiet
and heavy
and hard—

as if love is not the one
thing forgotten here.

the point is our homes were the graves of
the feelings we first learned
to bury. and yours were the way
mom and dad danced
in the movies. and you
learned your first crush
in words between pillows
at the sleepovers where
we learned ours
in the silence where
you were sleeping
we wondered at your
want: how something
so alien could…

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2 responses to “TO THE STRAIGHT GIRLS AT OUR BAR: A LETTER FROM THE GAYS (PLEASE STOP SHRIEKING)

  1. I loved the poem also. I am a straight girl. But frankly I think labeling anyone just sets them into a mold that they usually are to scared to break out of. I know a lot of girls that go to taste the hidden fruit of lust at gay bars. They get thier fill just to be gone again when daylight shows itself. I have been to a few gay bars. Never to scream about how I “love the gays” that’s almost just elimanating the fact that these are just people like you like me why label them and set them into a dark corner that you only visit when you are wanting something. I think that’s one thing that is wrong with society. It’s all about how proper we should be upfront instead of embracing how differnt we all are and there isn’t a damn thing wrong with that. Anyway. This poem was great and awfully sad. I hate that anyone should feel as they don’t have thier little place in the world to feel free and the place they do have is being taken over for all the wrong reasons. I don’t have to go to a gaybar to scream “I love the gays”. I just like you for you or frankly don’t but it will and has never had anything to do with someone’s sexual preference. Only if the world got off its self riteious ass and embraced people for who they truly are maybe just maybe we would all discover we aren’t so different from each other after all 🙂

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