As seen this morning on Avenue A at the Ninth Street entrance to Tompkins Square Park... this is latest in a series of messages
posted around Tompkins that someone modeled after the "Keep This Far Apart" social distancing signs that the Parks Department unveiled in early April ... other messages have included "Stop Killing Black People" and "Justice for Breonna."
I proudly support this message. I am not fond of the term, dyke however. As a gay man, I would love to see a person from the LGBTQ + community as president. Anything is possible.
For context, this is likely a reference to Zoe Leonard's poem of the same name:
“I want a dyke for president. I want a person with AIDS for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place where the earth is so saturated with toxic waste that they didn’t have a choice about getting leukemia. I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn’t the lesser of two evils and I want a president who lost their last lover to AIDS, who still sees that in their eyes every time they lay down to rest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying. I want a president with no air-conditioning, a president who has stood in line at the clinic, at the DMV, at the welfare office, and has been unemployed and laid off and sexually harassed and gaybashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night in the tombs and had a cross burned on their lawn and survived rape. I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want a Black woman for president. I want someone with bad teeth and an attitude, someone who has eaten that nasty hospital food, someone who crossdresses and has done drugs and been in therapy. I want someone who has committed civil disobedience. And I want to know why this isn’t possible. I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown. Always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker. Always a liar, always a thief, and never caught.”
OK, it’s official, these signs have officially jumped the shark now. Now everyone go out and. vote, and please remember not to vote for the guy who looks like the son of an orangutan.
Wow JC, thank you!
@JC I love the poem.
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