Journey to Ixtlan

The poem “Lovely Luna” is about the feminine side of life.


Lovely Luna

Lovely Luna is by my side
her last name is not known
a simple guess would do the trick
bring the answer to your lips

satellite I’ve found at last
now we circle as if one
taking turns to shine bright
while the other bids their time

perhaps you’ve seen her countenance
her presentation surpasses mine
when the mirror gives its nod
in her direction the gaze is blessed

you’d imagine she’s quite fair
golden hair and yellow dress
reality is far more dark
an emo vibe is prevalent

acquaintance made in twilight years
identified by her name
it’s a match with one more true
time will tell who will prevail

the best example of my life
beyond the walls I’ve lived behind
this encounter is surely blessed
when lovely Luna is by my side.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180403.

“Without Boundaries” is one of my social justice poems. Fences may make for good neighbors, but they suck when a person is seeking companionship outside of the designated parking areas.


Without Boundaries

Through this life there runs a fence
right and left, directions set
boundary meant to draw the line
making simple the complex
there is a sign placed for all to see
put there by the authorities
led by writ of holy books
or by the pride of their small world

“by order of high authority
placed in our hands by deity
none shall cross from right to left
find their pleasure without our say

find your passion in polarity
never cross back to similarity
to each there own is just fine
as long as that one is opposite

know that there are only two settings
one to plug with full authority
another to receive with conformity
hardwired from birth to just conceive

in closing know that your loved
from the shrines from which this came
please obey for our comfort’s sake
lest we embrace our unconsciousness”

this is the challenge put to souls
that seek a way to move between
find their fury with their like kind
or with those that blur the lines
when the fence is in the mind
not written down by hand of man
love will find it’s resting place
roaming free without boundaries.

© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170129.

A friend posted a statement about gender and garlic bread. Further digging on my part found that it referred back to the Facebook page Garlic Bread Memes. I used this all as inspiration to write the poem “A Slice of Garlic Bread”.


A Slice of Garlic Bread

Don't be confused by how I look
the surface is the starting point
when deep below I manifest
toasted goodness as my gender.

The basis of my identify
is glutton rich in consistency
a baguette is who I seem to be
identity's quest for nourishment.

The staff of life not like sex
the body's functions quite distinct
from garlic's tinge on my breath
and butter rich as condiment.

Cheese is my queer option
added to make life more pleasant
cheddar or feta both will do
depending on my current mood.

Neither frozen nor store bought
I am original before baking
then cut crossways or in strips
toasted goodness as my gender.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160614.

There are some people of the opposite sex that we adore only because we admire them so much. There isn’t a romantic thing, it is almost as if they are who we would be if we switched genders.


Dearest Doppelganger
Poem for Day 086 – 20150327

If I could be the other gender,
if I could be the opposite sex,
you'd be you my chosen doppelganger.

God wouldn't mind, he'd play along,
he's already made us two of a kind,
echoes of each other in different types.

Don't think I'm in love with you,
I'm enraptured with what I could be
if I were another with different curves.

We are already more similar than not
a swap would confirm what we know at heart,
the grass is as green when we're the other type.

I'd love to test drive another model,
similar to the one I already have,
to see what it's like on the other side.

To be broad of chest, to have fair hair,
or quick of wit and keen of thought,
so many attractions that I would like to be.

I'd shed the years, or add them on,
move through time for a new perspective
as I step into another's frame.

If I could be the other gender,
hard and soft in different places,
you'd be my choice dearest doppelganger.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

A FB friend shared an insightful article titled “Mostly Straight, Most of the Time

”. (http://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/mostly-straight/) I found the material interesting, but I found the term “mostly straight” to be confusing. Why have that designation? Wasn't the term “bisexual” enough? My FB friend then explained that the range of gender attraction can be broken down into the following buckets:

Heterosexual (Straight), Heteroflexible, Bisexual, Homoflexible, Homosexual (Gay)

This makes sense! Bisexual can be too broad. The other insight I have on these labels is that they speak to the outward manifestation of gender attraction. They speak to how gender attraction manifests in relationships. Put very broadly, the heteroflexible acts as a straight person and the homoflexible person acts as a homosexual person. This “acting” is how the world perceives the person. Inwardly the person is having gender attractions for the gender as themselves.

This range of gender attraction can be uncomfortable for people who are very much one one end or the other, be that end straight or gay. Why? The psychologist would call it “disconnection from frame of reference”. A personal frame of reference describes a person's understanding of the world. The blurring of gender attraction confuses and bewilders people who cannot relate to the variance outside of their experience bubble. This showed up in comments that followed my FB friend's sharing. A person said:

Quoting the comment: “I like it when people just mind their business, and don't label themselves like this. Keep that stuff in private conversation, in the bedroom of two consenting adults. “

I find this to be a back-handed attack. Gender attraction, and the subsequent expression in relationships, is not just an “in the bedroom” thing. Attraction happens all of the time. More often than not there are not two consenting adults. There is just the person and their thoughts of attraction. Moreover, 99.9999% of all forms of attraction do NOT end up in the bedroom. Gender attraction is going on ALL THE TIME. Attraction does not equal the bedroom. Shoot, sometimes the bedroom does not equal attraction.

The article was also speaking to an apparent disconnect between gender attraction and the relationships associated with it. The mostly straight people, be they men or women, may have 0% chance of their same gender attractions end up in the bedroom. Keep it in the bedroom? LOL. There is an an incredible irony, one that the commenter would not understand.

Kudos to my FB friend for sharing the info. Gender attraction and relationship expressions are complex deals. We are “mostly” lots of things. This is the messiness of life. This is the beauty of life.

This blog entry is a little politically incorrect, but gender politics, along with sexual orientation, often are.

The other night my lovely wife had a dream in which she was recalled to the Navy. She was asked to share personnel quarters with a transgendered guy. She refused and he was moved to male quarters. He ended up suing my wife and the Navy for discriminating against him. Her position was that he may think of himself as a woman, but he still looked like a guy and that wasn't cool with her.

I related to her my experience with women's sweat lodges. My ex-wife used to go to women's only sweat lodges. The rule was that only people with the right plumbing could attend. While it was geared towards the comfort level and life references of the participants, the organizers did not work with any cues to sexual orientation. This means that gay guys could not attend but gay women could. The gay guys, especially effeminate ones, could perhaps relate to the feminine experience and have no sexual interest in the other participants. In theory the especially masculine women may not as much relate to the feminine experience and have sexual interest in the other participants. In these theoretical cases it didn't matter because the guy's plumbing was wrong and the gal's plumbing was right.

This puzzled me, but my wife's dream sheds some light on this apparent unfairness. Plumbing is plumbing. A person with the wrong equipment, no matter how much they identify with the feminine side of life, is not appreciated when people react to visual cues.

What do you think? I'm just a guy theorizing this stuff and I could still be miles off.