I mean, I'm as turned off by boobs as the average gay man... gay young man, I guess I should say--I still feel like I look like I'm in my late teens (and that's being kind of generous).
Nonetheless, I enjoy writing poetry.
That is, I go through my spurts--one of which I am currently in the middle.
But in writing poetry, I feel so... I don't know, I guess I just sometimes feel like poetry is so trite and convoluted (in the negative sense).
For example, one of my recent poems:
I think to myself, "Really? Did I just write that?? Gag!" (Yes, I used the word "Gag" -- I'm trying to be more gay.)
Bereft and deep
the soliloquy song shall
sing once more of lovers’
hands entwined in bitter
are squalor’s torpid, glazing
while in restraint they
lust as dirted braze
... and, yet... a part of me absolutely loves it, the imagery (including the more literal imagery of the textual format), the emotion, all of the triteness and cliché-ness, the inferences and implications that I can only hope the reader will pick up on, the inferences and implications that I originally did not intend and may not even see, myself.
So, I keep on writing poetry, mostly for myself, hiding it in shame that I could be so... emotional...