Long Estrogen Poems
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In both hands I cup her breasts
With my lips her neck caress
A nibble or two upon each ear
What she holds in her hand makes my intentions clear
Softly I massage the small of her back
Then like kneading bread her buttocks attack
I inhale the aroma of her estrogen
Her moans and her purrs beg me to begin
With eyes still closed she guides me in
Hands on my hips control motion
Our bodies have now merged into one
In the bedroom window peeks the morning sun
Covers are kicked off tumbling to the floor
Bodies are gyrating a little bit more
She clutches the pillows in tightly clenched fists
The sun burns off the morning mist
The climaxes are both synchronized
I see swollen pupils in her blue eyes
We enfold each other in exhausted arms
For five more minutes before the morning alarms
I, who always used to gravitate toward health and fitness,
would flatter myself that I was too healthy to ever get a bad disease.
Then it happened! A lump - most inurbane -
had decided to invade one of my breasts.
There was nothing perspicuous about that tumor.
My first whole month consisted of going from one test to another
just to determine if it was malignant.
In my new surreal world, everything seemed to alienate me from normalcy.
Surely, I thought, my body is simply being capricious.
I kept believing that the crazy tumor would be ruled benign.
Surely my worries and my biggest looming fear soon would dissipate.
Then I got the verdict – second stage cancer.
Told it was a less invasive type, I felt a little reassured.
But after surgery, another test revealed I was high risk for it returning.
My condition is far from transitory.
If it lived inside me still, it would attack with vengeance were it to grow.
I did the radiation I was told to do
but turned down the chemotherapy.
The tumor, after all, had been removed.
Through prayer, I believe God guided me
to sources that informed me of other precautions
better for me than chemotherapy.
I can make bad genetics my scapegoat,
along with the weirdness of estrogen, which drove it to my breast.
My body betrayed me, but millions are victims of this disease each year.
For now, I am surviving and doing it wonderfully.
I search for more preventative solutions
through such things as exercise and healthy eating.
Perhaps I mainly get by with support from friends and family
and most certainly, from simply LOVING life
that by God’s grace,
victorious I may remain!
Revised for Julie Rodeheaver's "I'm a Survivor" Contest
Active Hope principles and policies
and ego/eco-planning procedures
deep learn how to transform monocultural ecopolitics
through Permacultural Design and SubClimate Development
of multiculturally ecological climaxes,
diastatically Active Love
of truth in beauty polycultures,
planting and harvesting future ecstatic climate regenerators.
If Active Hope is LeftBrained Yang,
then Active Faith is Elder Matriarchal RightBrained Yin,
symbiotically Active Loving Tao
of Earth's pronoia-wealthy polyculturing revolutions.
EarthMatriotic faithful aspiration
is our anthropocentric appositional tipping point
struggling with, but not against,
unpeaceful patriarchal-political/capital-economic trauma
for polyculturally rich compassionate intention
to not escalate LeftBrain/RightWing dominant
monoculturing
StraightWhiteProfitable caste preserving costs
for affordable health- and property-insurance
as if this were WhiteMale privilege normal
for building faithful trust
and/or hopeful peace.
We follow enlightening testosterone history
and empowering estrogen mystery,
as did our ReGenerating cooperative, sometimes competing, Elders,
but would prefer more of MotherEarth's organically democratic wisdom
and somewhat less of FatherSun's over-zealous enthusiasm
for Earth-traumatizing devastation.
Active Hope,
PolyCulturally Intelligent
polypathic-faith and polyamorous hope
to more regeneratively redesign fair and even-handed,
LeftBrain dominant verbalizations
and Elder RightBrain prominent nonverbal interdependent feelings
where anthropocentrically deductive-only capital/tax investment disvalues
currently exceed EarthClimate capacity
for regenerating healthy trust
and globally wealthy peace.
I am a woman created in the image of God.
I was created to walk beside Adam,
And never to beneath him.
God created me special, different from a man.
He made me who I am.
I have a uterus that keeps a baby safe.
Every month I released my eggs and bleed.
One special quality a man does not need.
In my womb life grows,
After a man’s sperm, penetrated my ovum.
My babies nestled against my breast,
When they needed milk, love, and rest.
I have a and not a ,
And it makes me different from Adam.
My voice does not break during puberty.
My body releases more estrogen,
To help me develop into a woman.
I am a woman different from a man
God created me who I am.
Jalapeños popped
with that french kiss;
You may just have the heat
to handle me;
Careful, dynamite explodes with a
single spark.
Savor spicy slowly…
Blood and lust;
Your villainous eyes so vermilion,
possessing the vile light of the macabre.
Ignite me leave your mark,
devour my divergence;
Together we’re fireworks..
Viral infection,
swallow spectacular slowly…
Blood and lust;
So succulent the film of me
erupting all over your taste buds;
estrogen and endorphins,
testosterone and dopamine;
Carolina reaper’s bass line,
we just raised the bar;
set to scald each others mouth..
A spectacular flow,
blood and lust.
I just finished reading a new book
Which peers deep into human brains,
Methodically examining each sex
To see what is and isn’t the same,
And while men and women are much alike,
I was fascinated by the difference,
And how this could affect our world-views,
For example, I’m going to begin—
Sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
You’re a sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
But I’m talking about medical sci—
SEXIST!!!
Okay…so the other day I saw a report
About how hormones affect the mind,
Comparing estrogen and testosterone,
And both their effects over time.
Now we’ve known from the beginning
That these two do different things,
But it’s amazing looking at brains
To see their influence on thinking—
Sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
You’re a sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
But this stuff is well known. Ask anyone who’s had gender reassign—
SEXIST!!!
Fine…so the other night on cable
There was this great documentary,
About hold cold, ice age conditions
Changed and shaped our bodies.
Hey had a fascinating discussion
About how the musculature of males
Played a big role in mate selection,
And the food that was avail—
Sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
You’re a sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
Oh, shut the hell up you shrill, whining harpies! Reality doesn’t care about your god-damn chants and propaganda. We’re like any other sexually dimorphic species, so use you damn reason for once and stop screaming like petulant children!
(Stunned silence)
Uhm, so, like…would you wanna maybe go do something later?
(More stunned silence)
Unbelievable…
What? We can go back to my place. I’ll put the cats in their cages and we’ll have the whole studio apartment to ourselv—
(Sound of running)
Hey?! Come back! SEXIST!!!
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With body and mind you respond to my touch,
gobbling up kisses, like sweet penuche,
I could not ask for a better lover; there is nonesuch.
When I grind my gears, you become my clutch
and I lean on you like an emotional crutch.
A magic elixir, you quench my heart
like sweet nectar, neither bitter nor tart.
Forged on passion's anvil, your lovemaking's an art.
And paused on the moment, my smile presses restart.
Your granite body buffed to a sheen
has a vulnerable heart; you're not a machine.
And yet, you make the impossible look routine.
With rippled muscles, as though chiseled from stone,
you're a warm schnook where dreams have blown,
You're the wind in my sails, without uttering a sound.
Behind the scenes, you don't speak much,
but like dawn's first light, you offer a new start.
Cushioning my falls, you spot me on life's trampoline
and somewhere between estrogen and testosterone
you find balance, both feet firm on the ground.
(Minuanetta)
1/26/2018
It feels fascinating
that horny voracious passions
dissipate in the presence of fear
of pain and suffering
and ego-defeating loss,
disability and performance anxieties,
wounds
short-term through permanent
satiated energy,
absence of active hope
for future holistic integrity.
In this time of climate degeneration
fear and cultural distancing,
frustrated leftbrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale monoculturing rabidity
looks polyculturally threatening like,
sounds prejudicially like,
feels and touches sacred EarthMother like,
smells and decadently tastes like
Manic
predative energy
inflamed by unnatural sleep deprivation
festering fear-and-anger rapaciousness
Rather than restorative green restorative justice
reviving passion
for multicolored
trans-generational
testosterone+estrogen
yang+yin
polyamorous win+win
inclusive sentient integrity
Of cooperative green/blue powers,
EarthPeace compassion
Not so red dominant
states of capitalistic
monotheistic
straight white patriarchal narcissism,
worshipping a punishing God
made in His own frightened anthropocentric image.
I’d planned the vacation of my life to see the world rolling on ice, but the summer heat was so extreme that it almost sinks my summer dream. The path was clear but I could not find a suitable place to stay over there.
There were too many places with too many happy faces, and Vladimir and estrogen were sitting on the throne smiling. Godot was not there but they had so much to share. With decoration on their cheeks and courage beneath their feet they got the audience to rise to their feet. They brought the house down when Vladimir roll the ball on his nose and estrogen catapult it to the back of the net with a head roll; that’s the way of clowns when no other strategy is found.
The temperature suddenly rises and we had to cool down our bodies with a block of ice, and moments before the summer begins, I could hear the bells ring. It reminded that summer is here and there is nothing to fear.
We have waited for this as if it was a promise or a premonition from the deity that everything will turn out right and we will end the bull fight, and send the bulls back unto the pen and keep the surface wet, they will never get out to chase the people about for the next fight will be in four years’ time when the temperature is right.
Summer is slipping through my finger, and I have so much to deliver; I have a meeting to attend, a court order to upend and a vacation to spend. When all of this is over, and we have crossed over, we will rise to the occasion once more and spread everything out on the floor. Summer is slipping through my finger, and I have a meeting with my employee and a dinner with them and a message to send. The table is already sent but the company is struggling with enormous debt.
When everyone bonds together and sign the document, miracles will fall from heaven. You don't have to scramble for food anymore and you don’t have to wipe people’s floor; you will have all the finance you need to keep the doors open and to satisfy your greed.
Come with me to the shores we will take the ferry next door; it’s about time we get on the ship and crosses over to begin the trip. Summer almost slipped through my finger, and I am glad that you are here to help me cross over.
Throughly washed off all her sweat from my bed
And wondered why she left as if everything's said
I've considered how I became so easy to ignore
And why she chose to turn from angel to for
You give your trust for bits of love and friendship
And your lover dismisses your kisses and ends it
Crushing you then with an endless questioning
I remember and want to dismember her estrogen
But I'm supressing testosterone, ingesting the pain
Writing spiteful and suicidial, now my letters remain
I'm trying to weather the shame of falling for traps
In a mask, looking forward to when its all in the past
She caused the collapse of my frail unstable world
She's no class above me and I never failed at girls
She didn't have a way with words or a great talent
She's trained to stay calous and remain ballanced
This isn't blame, just wished she explained her half
But she'd given in to ignorance of hurting my heart ..
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