If You Ask
If you ask, “Do you want to?”
And add, “Right now, let’s go.”
I may say, “No.
Can we share a table first?”
‘Cos even a good fuck,
Is better when I know you enough to care,
If only for those few hours we’re there,
Skin to skin
Until the sun,
Has risen,
Or set
Distraction
You disrupt me
Corrupt me
Come closer to me and say my name
Tip the balance of my desire
So I can’t hide it anymore
Let me lean against you
And feel muscles tired and sore
Your hands taking still more
Pain and pleasure mingling
Into bliss
And your kiss,
Shattering my soul
Be my distraction
Gaining traction
In my mind and dreams
Until it seems
Reality is just the figment
And the imaginary becomes real
In you
Bind me to your bed,
Bind me in my mind
Blind me to your ways and
Show me what it is to be
Kind
Thrill me
As you do what you will with me,
Take me with only your voice
You give me no choice
As you slip inside
And wax
Rhapsodic
Your eyes glittering in the candlelight
As the flame trickles down my body
And leaves patterns on my flesh
That I will secret away for days
Your ways
Will never become routine
But for now
In this scene
Make me scream your Name
Some of you boys think you have it so rough,
Doncha?
Being attracted to women you just don’t understand
Her make up,
What makes her tick
When you tock
You say to me “you’re a lesbian
– tell me
– explain to me
Share your lesbionic wisdom and prowess
Then you say, “I’m a lesbian in a man’s body, I’ll understand.”
.
.
.
No,
There is no such thing as a lesbian in a man’s body,
And I’ll tell you why.
No matter how many manly tears you shed,
No matter how many sunsets,
Back rubs that don’t lead to sex
Flowers,
Or walks holding hands,
You will never know
When you wrap your hot lips around the peak of her breast,
Nibble and suck
Listening to her moan
You will never know
When you go down on her,
Take her inside your mouth
Lapping
Parting her folds,
Caressing her flesh
Tasting her essence,
You – will – never – know
what it’s like to have that same unfathomable,
unpredictable,
ungovernable feeling you elicit in her,
inside of you.
© Fox Smoulder
I am a woman,
My muscles are defined, but they don’t define me
My hair is short,
And I just smile at the conflict your eyes
when your “Can I help you sir…or ma’am…or sir…” trails off.
Because I am a woman,
When you say “You’d look so pretty if you tried.”
You tell me you aren’t looking at all.
And when you say women wear dresses,
And you say women paint their nails
And women have ponytails,
You tell me you don’t perceive women for what we are, but what we do.
Because I do none of these things and
I am a woman,
I am unmitigated,
Undiluted,
Unadulterated
Freely me
Because I am a woman,
My skin is soft,
My lips are warm,
And when I make love to her, the cry of a woman passes my lips
I am the sound, taste, feel and smell of a woman,
However you see me, whatever you think you see does not change the immutable,
I am a woman
And now that you’re told
don’t you fucking forget it.
I don’t kiss
Chaste
I’ve been chased for a kiss and kissed in a peck
But my kisses
Are never-
Chaste
Because it’s not really a kiss,
If you can’t taste,
The person you’re holding to you
as your lips form and give,
parting as tongues plunder,
stealing the air from the other and
just hold tight and moan in short breaths,
Sharing light caresses
Until lips meet again for another.
Never waste
The chance to let go and explore another’s soul
Because a kiss can be nothing at all,
Or the whole truth of who a person is,
But how would you ever know?
If you kiss
Chaste?
The fastest way into a woman’s pants is to get into the space between her ears,
The fastest way into a man’s pants is to get into the space between him and his pants.
The fastest way into a Drag King’s pants? See above…
“What’s that lump boy?” You ask, “There in your pants? Is it happy to see me? Is it not
biological
perchance?
Is it a cotton tube sock,
bandannas or even
‘real-skin’ perhaps?”
– The shape of the flesh thrills me less than the strut across the stage, the smile in the aisle, the lip-synched rage.
I’ll be who you desire,
engender
any gender
you require.
I see you are strong – nice hands – quite a grip,
Can we tip
the velvet?
Or trip
Over the gender lines that define what we should want and what we do,
Fall into lips, crushing hard enough to bruise
What’s under there?
Silk?
Or cotton men’s underwear?
Can we shed our trappings?
Can we shuck ourselves of the husks of coded wrappings?
Can we be two people held against the other’s flesh by strong hands?
Filled
With desire
Instead of confined in the gendered mire.
Fucking, instead of fucked up
Over who’s on first and what’s on second
Thrust inside of you as you thrust inside of me.
Begging the other for release,
Trembling, taking in your moans and whimpers
I echo them amplified, increased…
With my lips between your hips
Human bonds tether us together,
Laws
Human and physics don’t apply
To each and every buck,
grind
and sigh
When you’re riding my thigh
– I just want you as you are
who you are
Ask it of me
and I will comply.
The Story of Fox Smoulder.
When I began doing drag and poetry reads, I was told I should pick a drag name to use when I perform. This was in the late 90’s when it was still a little risky to be doing drag because people would think you’re gay. Whether or not you were gay back then was a side note, you didn’t want people to think you were. Great strides were being made by the GLBT community, but in the small towns in middle America, you still had to watch your back.
Kinda like a porn name, your drag name would hopefully keep your employer in the dark so you don’t get fired for being a big homo, and your parents might not find out. I was performing for free at a fundraiser, not a big deal, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to keep my given name to myself. A quick survey showed me that lot of the drag names out there were pretty campy so I chose Rock Bottom. That was fun for a while, but then I moved to Minneapolis and noticed that people knew and called the drag kings by their drag names almost as much as, or more than, their given names. I couldn’t go around being called ‘Rock’. First of all I’m not. A ‘rock’ that is. And second, I’d never remember to answer to it. Not to mention there is a Rock Bottom brewery on Hennepin Ave and I can’t stand the taste of beer.
My name had to change.
My quest to find a new name began and ended quickly. Fox was easy, I would answer to Fox as had been known as Fox when I was a Girl Scout camp counselor, and there’s a reason for that. Most people think ‘oh yeah, big X-Files nut’, but no. I also understand why people might initially think of the animal or the foxiness of my person, but no, that’s only part of it too. I do feel a certain kinship with those foxes but the name ‘Fox’ goes still deeper.
When I was in my early teens my parents and I took a road trip around Lake Superior with our camper trailer. I was a deeply unhappy kid most of the time. Looking back, I’m fairly certain it was moderate depression, but I didn’t know that then. I just knew people sucked, life sucked and I generally sucked as well. I tried to perk up for my parents from time to time, but mostly I sat in the back seat listening to my headphones and reading, writing, or staring out the window lost in thought.
We’d stop to have lunch, or see sights, or just to stretch, and I’d wander off each time. I’d poke under bridges or search the lake shore for something worth picking up, until one day I came across this statue. It was a young man running on an artificial leg. I’m not talking about those new cheetah legs either. This thing was one of the old clunky, have to really swing the hip to get the thing to even think of going forward a step, artificial legs. This boy had been an athlete in high school and college, but was then diagnosed with osteosarcoma, (bone cancer). Having his right leg amputated slowed him down, it didn’t stop him, then in 1980 he dipped his foot into the Atlantic on the coast of Newfoundland and began his Marathon of Hope, a run to Victoria, B.C. He ran a marathon distance (26mi, or 42k) each day, save a few rest days, until 143 days and 5,373 kilometres (3,339 mi)in, he was forced to stop just outside of Thunder Bay, Ontario, not far from the statue I was looking up at, because the cancer had come back and spread to his lungs. By that point he had raised 1.7 million dollars with the goal of ending cancer.
The boy’s name?
If you are Canadian you already know, but I’m American and I had never heard of him until that day:
Terry Fox
I’m known as Fox Smoulder because it’s fun and ‘gay’ and campy, but I’m known as Fox because of a young man I’d never met, who laid his life down to make a difference for others, who’s courage lead him to an accomplishment that surpassed anything I’d ever dreamed of. He changed my life forever. He changed a lot of lives forever. I’m called Fox to honor that strength, that courage, that determination, that will to strive.
And after that day at the base of that statue,
I never,
thought about killing myself again.
I’m called Fox, because I want to live with the kind of hope for the world that lead a young man with one leg down a lonely stretch of Canadian highway as far as he could possibly go.
“Dreams are made. If people only try. I believe in miracles… I have to… Because somewhere the hurting must stop.”
Terrance Stanley Fox
July 28, 1958 – June 28, 1981
http://my.tbaytel.net/jmehagan/parks/terryfox/terryfox.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terry_Fox
Belle tells Fox he’s not getting any, Fox attempts to ‘Put a Ring On It’
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