Bad Feminist – Candice Louisa Daquin

Respect me in the morning
She says, lips open, inviting
While I drink the last of my (6th) glass
Knowing tomorrow … I won’t
Know her name, any more than I do now
But she’s got such great legs
Tonight, she will wind around me
Like a wild ivy and I will lap her up
Shoulders like Cleopatra, I tell a
Male friend in a few days’ time
Recalling her assets like she’s
Meat on a chopping block
He laughs, understanding well and briefly
I see what’s wrong about the kind of lesbians
Who turn into men, who turn bad, turn predator
When I’ve chosen another bar to stake out
Leaning with my pink triangle and my
Welcoming gay smile in another women’s bar
Who coming together as good feminists
Don’t recognize the rogue in their midst.

(Written from the perspective of those few women you meet at gay-bars who are on the make and notch up women on their bedpost just like a man might. We should do better).

Photo by Joshua Rawson-Harris on Unsplash


Read more of Candice Louisa Daquin’s work at The Feathered Sleep and at Whisper and The Roar. You can also follow her Facebook – Candice Louisa Daquin & The Feathered Sleep.

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