Artwork by Felix D’eon

A joyous night, the dancers held each other tight,

The musicians played, and, the onlookers swayed

So the story is told, an atmosphere to behold

Amongst the group, a minestrone soup of pleasure and dance

The onlookers too, in a trance

Men and women, Men and men, and lesbians too,

They jointly moved, as if on cue

No one bothered, no one cared

Sexuality unimpaired

From the gloom, came a bang

In burst the police with a clang

They were rude, the Sargent shrewd

There should only be mixed gender couples the Court proclaimed

The deviants should be ashamed

You don’t need specs, it is not complex

There is only biological sex.

Back story.

El baile de los cuarenta y uno (The dance of the forty one) refers to a scandal at a private party in Mexico in 1901. Police raided the party and a number of arrests were made. (See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance_of_the_Forty-One).

I was struck by how similar the issues around gender and sexuality are to modern discourse.

“Biological Sex” was written in a 30 minute exercise in the Queer Write group. The image by Felix D’eon was the only guide.

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Red red eyes

In a far away land, it seems like years ago. I used to wake up to the radiant glow of your body.

I’d lie, wake up, ever the morning person. I’d gently slip out of bed and you would pretend to be unaware of my presence.

I can still see you in the floral chair, the cat on your lap. A morning kiss. Like the sun on morning dew. A promise of things to come.

You would have a slow start, and then burst into life when it was time to leave. Boots laced, dog on leash, enthusiastically waiting.

Walking, walking, walking until our legs were sore and our feet blistered. Coffee, holding hands, and then off again. You in front, scowling at me as I stopped to take a photograph with my silver camera.

Back home. That warm and welcoming fragrance that hit as we entered. You made the old lady’s house beautiful.

I didn’t see you slipping away, spirit broken.

Reinvented, alone.

Retribution. Harm. Dignity. Mistrust. Price. Revenge.

Accusations and lies.

Red, red eyes.

You might also be interested in “The Lighthouse”. See https://chrissy.lgbt/2023/10/07/the-lighthouse/

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