LGBTQIA +
is what they want us to say now
Here is the joke about being me:
L
I was labeled as a LESBIAN as a teen in school
G
I am labeled as GAY now, as a man married to a man
B
I was labeled BI-SEXUAL too because at one time I did not know
and was QUESTIONING
T
Medical doctors have called me TRANSGENDER
First, they blocked it, now I inject it
Q
QUEER….hmmmm now that is a good one
Yup, been called that too
Since I won’t fit into your two boxes nicely
I
I am an INTERSEX PERSON
…not a disorder of sex development
and
Surely not as glamorous as a true hermaphrodite
A
Yup….I know that one too, I was ASEXUAL for a while when I got so sick
+
Plus
Ready at any time for something new to be thrown at me…
This world’s labels are a joke to me…
just one more thing to say…
some good….
some bad….
to divide us
By Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez
December 22, 2015
Once again, sometimes the words to a song are just too darn perfect.
So, this poem is dedicated to FOSTER THE PEOPLE – Call it WHAT YOU WANT
LYRICS:
“Call It What You Want”
Call it what you want
Call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Call it what you want
Yeah, we’re locked up in ideas
We like to label everything
Well, I’m just gonna do here what I gotta do here
‘Cause I gotta keep myself free
You’re ducking and moving just to hide your bruises from all your enemies
And I’m in the crossfire dodging bullets from your expectancies
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah, you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back (just sayin’)
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just
Call it what you want
Call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Call it what you want
You’ve taken your words and you take your judgments
And stick them onto everything
If it don’t conform to what you were born into,
Then you run the other way
You say, “now what’s your style and who do you listen to?” who cares?
Well, that rat race ladder-climbing fake-face smile’s got nothing on me
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah, you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back (just sayin’)
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just
Call it what you want
Call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Call it what you want
Update from January 27th, 2019: I will now use MOGAI instead of LGBTQIA+
~.V.~
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 
I love it. We make up words to help us communicate. It’s what our species does and it’s such a huge strength that it enables us to do things no other animals can dream of. But like everything we have a choice to use our terms to describe so we can better understand, or we can abuse our terms to define so that we can force things to live up to our expectations rather than their own good. We can use our power for good so we all are better off or use it for evil turning everyone into an authority demanding sacrifice or a sacrificial offering to those claiming to be more deserving than we are. No one is more deserving than anyone else. I learned long ago to embrace description because better ways to describe means better ways to value absolutely everything and every living being. I have no time, no energy and precious little tolerance for those who seek to define other people to themselves, pretending they have authority to tell people who/what they are rather than asking them. So many of us have been indoctrinated into “believing” others “should” have that authority. They don’t. You are valid and valuable because you are – period. Claim or reclaim your inalienable right to describe and define yourself and edit or even re-arrange it through your life span. Your story – poem shows how obscenely preposterous the authoritarian defining gets.
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Hi Jim, …to echo…I’m watching NBC Today show and a mom is being interviewed. She wrote Bold World, the story of coming to terms with the knowledge her girl in fact her boy. I loved that she said SHE was the one who had to transition. Her child was always who he was. It was HER job to accept what IS.
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