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Dyke is love
Dyke is
The spiral notebook under your mattress that weeps and moans and laughs
and the deleted internet history
and the pride you feel even as you hide
Dyke is marching at Pride
knowing that you are
united with the queers
admitted to a community
because you are a dyke
and wondering if that may be ridiculous
Dyke is smashing gender roles
reclaiming words, labels
and breaking free of them
Dyke is drag kings and evening gowns
Mothers, daughters, families
Coming out, being outed, closet cases
Hesitating, deliberating
Questioning, persisting
Dyke is falling in love with a person, not a gender
and falling in love with a gender while searching for a person
Dyke is writing an essay exposing you to your professor and peers
like a mollusk being opened, exposing it’s pale, vulnerable innards
that you knew had been contained within
but were still protected with a shroud of secrecy
Dyke is giving your partner long kisses goodbye at the bus stop
Candlelit dinners and bar cruising
And knowing when you are single you remain a dyke
Dyke is
The lonely desperation of small-town isolation
wearing rainbow jewelery and protest pins hoping someone will notice
or you’ll see someone with them too
Dyke is being who you are
A woman
A woman who loves other woman
A woman who wouldn’t want it any other way
Dyke is beautiful
Dyke is who I am
Dyke is love

Dyke is by ~alternativepixie on deviantART (via fytastetherainbow)

I don’t read much on Tumblr, but this made me really happy.

1 year ago