My smile isn’t a yes,
neither are my winks
and that sly way I complimented you
doesn’t mean what you think.
Meeting you wasn’t consent
to want me all alone
and when I looked back and waved
it still meant I was going home.
This was a hard one for me to write and I won’t deny it didn’t trigger me personally. However, it is important. Consent is important and it is clear. Have doubts? Ask. Always ask. After 9 years being married, my husband and I check in from time to time, even with a simple, “Can I kiss you?”
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I love this poem. Short but powerful.
You’re amazing.
Thank you.
It is wonderful that you are promoting healthy boundaries, starting with your own relationship. Most people think of gay single life as a stereotypical pick-up culture. Thank you for bringing us back to reality.
Thank you. I see it a lot. Not only in gay single life but just in every day relationships. Women who have a great charisma and men who prey on it and tell them it’s their fault.
Thanks for the support as always, Naomi!!