This was written for World Poetry Day. Until recently, I’d forgotten how much I simultaneously love writing poetry and firmly believe that I have absolutely zero skill when it comes to doing so. I’ve tried to capture another part of amazing happiness of my weekend at Eroticon, specifically feeling alive and free when dancing on the Saturday night.
I blush, I glow, I giggle
Smiling so wide my face hurts.
I try to flirt and grin and wiggle
Pushing my arse back into you.
I’m dancing, dancing, dancing
Not like no one’s watching, but like everyone is.
Giddy, high like a kite, laughing
Not looking but knowing your eyes are on me.
Wine, glitter and cat ears
I feel at home, safe and free.
Here, in half darkness, all my fears
Are carried away with the music.
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Quinn Rhodes (he/him) is a queer, trans, disabled sex writer with vaginismus. He’s a slut and a sex nerd who writes about his adventures in trying to fuck without fucking up. Quinn can usually be found wearing stomp-on-the-patriarchy boots while falling in love every time he fucks.