PigeonI am so definitely a Pigeon
I was at a coffeehouse where the prompt on the chalkboard was
What animal are you a reincarnation of
I am cute and fat
And love The City more than life itself
I am so definitely a Pigeon
Whether You Like It Or NotI wanted to change my URL
So I went through my brain
And tried to rummage through
All the inspirational phrases
That keep and have kept me going
And I realized how well so many fit together
“I Am What I Am_Whether You Like It Or Not"
“I Sing Anyway_Trust In Your Art”
“Don’t Be Sorry_Sing"
I realized, too, how well ‘Rapunzel’ and ‘Wicked Little Town’
Could actually fuse together to form a cohesive narrative from different perspectives
I also recalled Non-Portmanteau-Phrases such as
“Sing And Have A Salad”
Which isn’t just a healthy plan
Rather a paraphrased reminder to be resilient, as told by Hedwig
There were a multitude of reminders I remembered
Which all solidify what I know to be fact
Singing is incredibly important to me on a subtextual level
It isn’t about vocal quality or form or even the sound one utters
To me, it is about being unapologetic and confident in one’s own voice
Which is why it was a
I'm Completely Alone And I Like ItAs I was walking down 54th street
Elated from having just hugged Lena
And marveling at the Origin of Love necklace I bought
Mama said "You'll find your other half someday"
I said, "I don't want to"
She said, "But you WILL"
"Nope", I said
"Don't talk like that"
"But I don't want another half"
"Oh, sure you do!"
"No, I don't, I don't need anyone to complete me"
"You'll find someone someday"
"I don't want to"
"Oh sure you do"
Her pace hastened to catch mine as I tried to escape her
I turned around, and stopped dead in my tracks
(which is certainly not advised in NYC)
"NO I DON'T"
She then acted offended
As if I had just crushed her dreams in three words
But my life cannot be spent
As a second attempt at what she aspired towards
Even though she evidently is rooting for that
Judy Garland and Lady GaGaThe older I get
And the more I experience
The more important
Queerness becomes to me
And I'm told I'll grow out of it
I'll wise up
"We're all the same on the inside"
But it only furthers my feelings
So that my push-back-ed-ness
Is aimed equally towards
All the Macklemore Allies
Whose heartbreaking words are much more insidious
Than the more obvious snarling homophobes
They/ThemI'm very tempted to go by they/them pronouns
My gender is very much still a conundrum
But I love that my new hairstyle is more androgynous
I don't even know what my deal is
But there is so much freedom to me in middle-ness
And I hear Stephen's lyrics and strongly feel the urge
To stare back, and bash back, and follow the code of Freaks
And it seems he grew out of that to a degree
But right now I'm in the midst of it
And I feel no use in denying it
For the sake of growing up "gracefully"
And becoming a "well-adjusted" adult in a seemingly "classy" way
(When have I ever pretended to be graceful, well-adjusted, or classy?)
If it is a phase I need it
The moon has phases and that makes it no less valid
I'll keep She/Her for the sake of papers
But I don't know, but I want to try "Them" on a while
Roommate IntroductionI have to introduce myself
to my soon to be roommates
which is far easier said than done
since it's like a dating profile
and if I were to put my identity gist from my blog
I feel like it wouldn't really hold up
and it's scary to me
because I know I have to be genuine
but being genuine might
earn some enemies right up front
but I suppose that's safer than presuming people will be kind
so let's see:
I'm Katherine (They/Them or She/Her pronouns please)
I'm a 20 year old transfer student (Junior)
Theatre Arts Major
who loves musicals
(particularly 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch' which means the absolute world to me)
who loves NYC as much as life itself in spite of being from Minnesota
(and probably spends lots of time looking touristy as I marvel at everything)
I'm excited to meet you all!
I'm worried that if I don't say Queer Feminist or put my pronouns
some roommates may freak out
but then again I'm concerned that if I do put it, it'll freak them out m
StoicI could never be cool and collected
It isn't even something I ought to try for
I'm the one who cries oceans in her balcony seat
I feel my soul the most when it falls from my eyes
I won't do myself any favors
If I pretend to be powerful in an emotionless way
I get my strength from being a crying mess