And I’m walking ’round today
with a Kiss song that’s a Stones song
thunderbreaking my head.
But I’m singing the words wrong
just slightly wrong on purpose,
singing it for that him
that son we’re proud of.

But how to sing it out
and pour down our bronze day deluge?
Like campy Jagger
or with starman swagger
or reimagined lightning:
Kylie as drag king.
Proud of your planet, yeah,
planetary pride.

About the author

Welton B. Marsland is a queer-punk writer from Melbourne, Australia whose stories, features, poetry & more have appeared in many local & international markets; some of these include Punktuation! zine, A3 Review, Concrete Queers, Zetetic, Australian Women’s Forum, rocknerd.org and the recent erotic horror anthology Blood On His Hands. Debut novel “By the Currawong’s Call”, set in 1890s Australia, was the Romance winner at New York’s Bisexual Book Awards in 2018, and is available through harpercollins.com.au. You can find WBM on Twitter @wbmarsland or at the website weltonbmarsland.com. 

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