equal opportunity exploiters

awake in bed,
sometimes til 3 or 4 in the morning,
exploring/exploiting feelings

i do my best creative thinking,
have my most indulgent ideas,
fanatics can roam free in a bed like mine

and many indulgent indignities occur there too

awake in bed.
thinking, feeling like a pretty little lesbian trapped inside a man’s body
not just any man’s body but a functioning, driven, determined,
obsessed man’s body
my body
and all of its contentious, pretences to macho, bad boy behaviour

a lesbian, with all the kit-cat likeness, lipstick and nail polish,
desiring another lesbian to kiss, for all eyes to see,
caressing, making love in demur fervour of the night

from this concept of the undying bisexual status,
followed the progression of an elaborate theory of human persona categories,
including the answer to the question, do "males" like "females"
or are "females" fond of starving jackals?

cuteness is neither beautiful nor amusing,
but slimy and shallow,
decadence and naughty behaviour on the other hand
is strikingly gorgeous and smart on someone who wares it well

the coy dog of innocence is looking
at the pretty boys and boyish girls,
the unripe sprites are hastily stained by persuasion,

what shrinks sometimes call the bisexual clash,
is actually people who have not yet resolved
issues of performance

what psychoanalysts call sexually deviant,
is actually being bisexual,
sophisticated, electrifying
equal opportunity exploiters