ALT a collaged broadside of "queering male/female" by nat raum poem text: imagining the ugly statue in front of penn station as a masc and a femme scissoring souls instead of whatever cissexist “meaning” was intended in 2004 is a gateway drug to seeing cum run dark rainbows down my legs like blood, but even gayer, fingers flicked across folds as if there could never exist enough friction to satisfy, obsessive field studies of the way two bodies fit together, with or without strap game, but always with kissing and care and aftercare, and not to assume anything about anyone but i mean all of this in the way that only happens when you shed gender in favor of pleasure, break out of the perpendicular hold which separates you from other, and throw them both in the trash. A meditation on “Male/Female” (Jonathan Borofsky, 2004)