The pride - Brussels

Some people came to party, others came to belong and to party, others came to find themselves and to be approved, and to party. Some came purely to manifest who they were, to be seen, to be notified in their identity. Some came to dance with themselves and be content.

For Sensoa (Ngo), I wrote nonstop poetry during the Pride In brussels. Oldschool with a typewriter. To meet, reflect and ... maybe not to party, but to celebrate the diversity of mankind, womenhood, nongender, and whatever unthinkable feeling or term you impose upon yourself, which is legit, just because it exists. (And because you can.)

At one point a person came up and she was true and honest. And I wrote a poem for her.

I kinda feel obliged

to be here, try to grasp the idea.

a stakeholder in the

polyamorous, pansexual scene.

Please have an obligation*

in me, invest time in my

heart, tune into my soul.

be a piece in my

stock broken heart market

my raising bitcoin,

but don't trade my all,

i am not your passage,

if you are not my alley,°°

I'm not your street from wall,

invest in a token,

and truly,

i'll fall.

After a brief conversation, this piece of instant poetry was realized. She didn't want it to be big or extravaganza. She was part of a community and she felt like she had to be there at the Pride. But also being in a relationship feeling the need that someone should invest in her ...

Another poem? A woman came up to me. Her partner, or the woman she had a crush on, had a serious disease. It's a dilemma, how much of the burden, you want to take, especially when pushed away, in the first encounters, the first stages of a relationship ...

Make it discussable. The disease but also every behavior it brings along. On both sides. Don't go not saying things or act differently, or overly be protective and prudent. Find a common ground.

Aren't we all hurt mammals

what do we want to

expose, share, being

intimate isn't exactly

recovery channel*°.

Do we immediately share

open wounds, when

a potential soulmate is

found, do we reveal,

and if we hid scratches and scars,

is it perceived?

And does that

cloak and dagger

appeal?

Jee Kast 2024

* It's a 'faux amis', obligatie (Nl)/Obligation (fr), but the correct word in English would be 'Bond'. But in creating, I liked the duality.

°° Added line.

*° I do love this pun.