Квирвольф (слэш)

Примечания автора:
*стихотворение, которым вдохновлялся автор. Без перевода

The Queerwolf
The Queenwhite Mountains are my home. I haunt
Hermaphroditic slaloms of Vermont
But at nightfall queerwolfishly I go
Down to the valleys, macho-green, below
And, leering, sidle up to yummy youths
And catch their cocky eye and make my moves:
My paws, my claws, my fangs hiss sodomy,
Oh dear, some fox has wised them up to me,
He Makes His Moves, they cry, He's On The Prowl!
I scuttle to my mountain top; and howl