The poem reads like a quiet act of resistance, tracing the survival of queer voices through eras of repression. Each stanza moves through history with intimate detail — Polari’s playful defiance, the Soviet hush, the coded flowers and handkerchiefs — until it arrives in the encrypted present. Its imagery is soft but unyielding, carrying both the tenderness of hidden love and the resilience of language that refuses to be silenced.

Very obvious from the start now weird and disgusting faggots are their motivations to use chemical and surgical castration while grooming children at drag shows shows how evil those sickos are! Unlike those pussy ass "conservative" western pundits I wa...