gender confusion by rochelle hope mehr
they got me so confused, those therapists
the one in greenwich village advising
me to act like marilyn monroe. i
should have been flattered he thought I could pull
it off but instead was highly offended
and what about the psychiatrist who
told me that i was already acting a part
i did realize that i imitated her clanking about
in her stiletto heels but she was supposed to be
a role model, wasn’t she?
i never could figure out their vision of
femininity. red smooching lips?
curvaceous hips? honey-tongued siren
baiting odysseus? to this day
i wonder if i am too aggressive, a gamma ray
i never could properly act the part of a tart
does this make me gay?