Uninvited Attention / by Megan Hollingsworth

 

Form has function

My pants, they stretch

soft on skin, practical for dance, asana, riding

a bicycle, I remember the rape, the fraternity kid counting a score

so he could belong to the brotherhood when my pants were tight blue jeans

American denim became hemp dresses, hairy armpits and legs

Yes, I know what it’s like to hide

Because I am afraid of being seen, I know what it’s like to peek out from the covers

to be drawn in because I am everything and more, then released because that desire

was a grown man’s Adolescent helplessness and mine, to be stimulated and then vanished

Yes, I know what it feels like to be passionate

amidst the chaos of sexual suppression

I know what it feels like to wear comfortable pants like my skin, to be comfortable

in my own skin

Do I remember the corset? The wool hat with veil?

Do I remember the lashings, the fires, the hangings?

Oh do I want to put blinders on people overcome by lust,

to blindfold greed and ignorance

 

~holli 

re: Montana HB365 (this bill has been tabled)

"proposed bill, HB 365, would outlaw not just nudity, but also "any device, costume, or covering that gives the appearance of or simulates the genitals, pubic hair, anus region, or pubic hair region." "

Source: http://www.motherjones.com/mojo/2015/02/mo...