we long for black & white so we don't have to think or understand, but sex is every color of the rainbow
I usually rate poetry by the way I can relate to it and by the way it makes me feel.
But this time I enjoyed this collection even though I didn't really connect with the poems.
So this is a hard thing to analyze and review, but I feel that while I was not able to relate many of the poems to my own experiences, instead I learned about the author through the poems.
Chrystos speaks of very personal views and of specific anecdotes of her love life that are not supposed to be framed in enough ambiguity to be relatable to every person who happens to be a queer woman.
And of course she also speaks about being a lesbian in 1993, which naturally I could not relate to since that was the year I was born.
Because of that, this poetry collection was mostly a piece of queer history and a learning experience for me, which I can appreciate just the same.
I especially enjoyed the two journal entries at the end. They explain through her perspective on the lesbian community of her time why the poetry collection is constructed and phrased the way it is.
Those entries really sold the book to me in the end.
the christian right which wants to kill queers doesn't care if you only have sex the nice girl way