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mardi gras rainbow dreaming

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the BWS is now a BWyaasssssS as in yass queen as in yasssss gay pride as in yass we co-opted this lingo from black queer communities on the other side of the world as in BeerWineSpirits is now a place to drink down some black queer liberation on land stolen that locks up blak queer bodies if maybe they’ve had a bit too much BeerWineSpirits but won’t lock up the others who snarl as you walk down the street hand in hand with ya misso on ya way to have a drink

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GayTMs it’s like an ATM but it’s gayer holds your hand after but doesn’t leave a number or maybe moves in on tuesday or maybe pays for medication yours or nan’s or someone else’s or helps get some kid a mental health care plan to figure out why their body don’t seem right but won’t grant rights and won’t write a cheque and won’t write to government about bodies that don’t fit between two tick-boxes but will give you the option for a receipt thank you see you next time don’t forget your card don’t forget your cash don’t forget your yasssss queen

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and the google map shows the route in rainbow to the stadium where exec gays and clever rich straights can have front row seats behind the gate to the genuine gays and all those genuine straights who thought it was be so cute to be on the corporate float this year and march alongside the police who would absolutely never systematically target the queer community and who are absolutely not built on a legacy of doing just that and who absolutely don’t uphold a colony that enforces an ideology that makes no space for non-normative bodies just ask the next lot oh yay it’s the liberal party what a special day what a lovely float thanks for spending all that money so everyone could have a vote

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instagram is for mardi gras and google is for mardi gras and absolut is for mardi gras and vodafone is for mardi gras and sydney is for mardi gras a tourism campaign and mardi gras is for profits under a rainbow banner that holds no one up but gives enough rope to make sure that there is one version of a rainbow and it fits the gaze of execs who had to work hard to be so correct and even went to their cousin’s wedding two grooms and look this is what the community want and look this is a community with cash and look money is for mardi gras and mardi gras was a protest but protest isn’t sexy when it’s hard or anti-excess so you can wrap up your bigotry in glitter and call it progress for a weekend and none of these corporations speak up when they come for our rights but hashtag loveislove when everything is over won and done

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the blaks get down on a knee and it doesn’t make the broadcast and the cops get run out run onto and it doesn’t make the broadcast and the community floats get their thirty seconds and the corporate floats get their seventy seconds and the protest before the march is the family event that gets run out run onto by those cops who tried to block queer loving protest and on the walk home down oxford street dreaming we get heckled and listen to others screaming and men with iphones ask us to kiss for their private archive and strangers with long range lenses take photos for who knows what archive not asking yass queen mardi gras dreaming sydney wears its corruptness never fearing and no need to shame your rum colony feeding rum colony breeding more cops who can run out run onto those who can’t afford to pay thank you thank you sydney for our special diluted day

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Jazz Money is a Wiradjuri poet currently based on Gadigal land. Her award-winning writing has been widely published and reimagined as murals, installations, digital interventions and film. Jazz’s debut poetry collection is how to make a basket (University of Queensland Press, 2021).

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