Queer Guides
When one receives (via USPS!) a beautiful-as-fuck, bright-like-blue-glowing-full-moon ceramic dildo made at a queer arts camp in d’Midwest wilds, you know your queer sex guides are watching over you.
Guides as in books. Guides as in orgasms. Guides as in forests. Guides as in friends. Guides as in dreams. Guides as in grandmaLove. Guides as in beLoved dogs. Guides as in bigLake. Guides as in lovers. Guides as in ceramic sex toys. Guides as in ancestors.
I’m curious right now as we queer the seasons, snuggle into ourselves, remember how sex toys sound under down comforters versus cotton sheets- How am I queering the world? How am I being queered?
The centering of self in these questions is not the goal. Quite the opposite. Queering is relationship. Queering is community and movement building. Queering is seeing beyond thought clouds and concepts of self. Receiving a full-moon-blue-glowing dildo is a signpost, north star, exclamation point, signature color. Permission slip to fucking Be Free (while not appropriating other folxs’ traditions).
Receiving a full-moon-blue-glowing dildo in one’s mailbox makes this queer center pleasure. See things. Hear things. Imagine things. Create things. Share things. Dream things. Queer things. Be all “things” queer, trashE, and unbound by the material world.
Queering is the smoky, spooky, science of lift off. Living in multi-stratospheric relationship with beauty and grief. Immersing oneself in wildness that splits sides of containers and sings soundtracks of musicals on sidewalks.
Queer sex guides are consistent, wild, gentle, persistent, flaming, subtle reminders. When one receives a full-moon-blue-glowing ceramic dildo in the mail- made in the woods by queers, fired in my fiery birthday Leo month, one listens. I mean Listens. Differently.
My ability to queerly hear
queerly taste
queerly touch
queerly smell
queerly see was altered upon receiving.
This month I got all intimate again with art by Ruth Ozeki. She’s a risky creative who has significantly shaped my writing and spiritual (as in honeycombing, as in deeply enamored with flavors of wildness) practice for over a decade now. Her characters transcend self and finite reality while staying connected to magic, ancestry, place, emptiness, ritual, collective liberation. In her newest, guides (books, crows, poet crushes, objects) both tear down and build up worlds. Ruth’s art offers me a way to see my mind’s+the world’s walls and pause.
The act of ‘queering’ is similar. I look for ways to build center buoy relationships beyond the dominant paradigm. I insert myself only in spaces that queer themselves and/or are decolonizing+being queered.
My full-moon-blue-glowing dildo advises me to stay strong. Tap, trust, and surrender to queer magic. Over and over and over. Remember and forget, remember and forget its presence on my book shelf.
My full-moon-blue-glowing ceramic dildo is queering my space. Upon recognition of queer love received, I queer my full-moon-blue-glow dildo. Ceramic synchronicity at its trashE finest.