This issue of the Spiegeloog is dedicated to Pride which automatically makes me think of the queer community. While looking for poems about pride, I stumbled across the poetry slam by Maya. She discusses the relationship with her girlfriend which straight people tend to invalidate as an experiment. As a consequence, she would like to become a biologist to disprove their hatred. I only included a snippet of the poetry slam but would recommend watching the entire clip.
Straight people make me want to be a biologist
because even when I’m not in the lab,
you tell me I’m experimenting.
Playing with toxic chemicals
mistaking this love potion for poison
that what my girlfriend and I share is
a hypothesis instead of a result.
You take my conclusions away from me
and call them fiction.
Straight people make me want to be a biologist
because even when this is neither solid, liquid nor gas,
you tell me it’s just a phase.
That my experiences are meaningless
until validated by you.
You rip the weight from my actions
and make them light enough for you to carry
