The Practicing Queer

July 20th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink

Being queer is a practice.

I am a practicing queer.

Practice being queer through sea-kissing.

Practice being queer by eye-gauging women.

Read queer writers on queerness to practice being queer.


But practice slips through fingers like cupped-water.

Do I lose a little queer when I choose half-and-half over whole?

Or close the backyard gate?

Pick lint off of the couch?


Man, no one is queer here because no one is practicing.

A queer hand can’t be held.


Unless I

Keep up the practice.

Keep up the practice.

Because I can’t just run alongside the knowing.