The Boys I Like – Edisol Wayne Dotson

I like Jewish boys with Jesus tattoos

And the ones who challenge Christian taboos.

I like nasty boys who always smell

And the ones who promise not to tell.

I like pretty boys who cannot dance

And the ones who hurry to take a chance.

I like angry boys who carry guns

And the ones who pray like old, pious nuns.

I like goofy boys with faces big-beaked

And the ones who beg to have their nipples tweaked.

I like lost boys who don’t want to be found

And the ones who leap dreams in a single bound.

I like skater boys who are baggy-jeaned

And the ones who like to get tag teamed.

I like butch boys with their legs in the air

And the ones who pretend not to care.

I like pimply boys with overused brains

And the ones who wear underwear with stains.

I like queenie boys with swishy hips

And the ones who don’t declare their tips.

I like risky boys with jagged scars

And the ones who believe in life on Mars.

I like wasted boys who cannot stand

And the ones who roll over on command.

I like naïve boys who swallow my load

And the ones who get kissed and remain a toad.

I like rejected boys in a lot of pain

And the ones who run naked in the rain.

I like corrupted boys who like roleplay

And the ones who have nothing to say.

I like hungry boys who are skin and bone

And the ones who get drunk on their own.

I like muscle boys with butts well-bubbled

And the ones who remain deeply troubled.

I like funny boys with tear-stained cheeks

And the ones who fall in love with freaks.

I like damaged boys with hearts of stone

And the ones who go to movies alone.

I like nerdy boys who love to read

And the ones who know how to safely bleed.

I like sissy boys who are total tops

And the ones who will question where gender stops.

I like gifted boys with a hairy crack

And the ones who break hearts and never look back.

I like handsome boys with low self-esteem

And the ones who dare to live their dream.

I like blue-collar boys who act like fools

And the ones who live to break the rules.

I like intelligent boys with bald spots

And the ones who remember camps and cots.

I like hopeful boys with open hearts

And the ones who like to smell my farts.

I like crazy boys who are confused

And the ones who laugh at being abused.

I like Buddhist boys with their shaved heads

And the ones with AIDS who refuse their meds.

I like chaste boys who always have boners

And the ones who get off on poems by loners.

I like faithful boys who blow their brothers

And the ones who grow up hating their mothers.

I like lanky boys with size fourteen feet

And the ones who order their Scotch neat.

I like shy boys who cry in the shower

And the ones unimpressed by power.

I like straight boys with a wandering eye

And the ones who let it all out and cry.

I like lonely boys with wise, old souls

And the ones who finger their own holes.

I like Bi boys who have secret friends

And the ones who know when a story ends.

I like honest boys who know what’s right

And the ones who walk away from a fight.

I like wicked boys with devilish grins

And the ones who ask God to forgive their sins.

I like desperate boys who need to steal

And the ones who have layers I need to peel.

I like quirky boys in black knee-high socks

And the ones who think outside the box.

I like addicted boys lost in rehab

And the ones who vomit words that stab.

I like poor boys with no definition

And the ones who love without condition.

I like rent boys who will pay for sex

And the ones who cheat with their wife’s ex.

I like caged boys with mental illness

And the ones who find a needed stillness.

I like strong boys who sometimes cower

And the ones who smell a little sour.

I like surfer boys who are purple bruised

And the ones who have tempers and are short-fused.

I like writer boys who tell a great lie

And the ones who look forward to when they die.

I like dainty boys with jungle red claws

And the ones who sip their drinks through straws.

I like scary boys in camouflage shorts

And the ones who have genital warts.

I like ginger boys with pubes of fire

And the ones who call God a lovely liar.

I like pasty boys with skin so pale

And the ones who rejoice whenever they fail.

I like rich boys with library cards

And the ones who make a living mowing yards.

I like shifty boys who know their bliss

And the ones who have died and I’ll always miss.

I like any boy who thinks like me

And the ones who close their eyes to see.

I like any boy who loves like me

And the ones who make me their fantasy.

Edisol Wayne Dotson
In addition to Forum, Edisol Wayne Dotson’s writing has appeared in Christopher Street and Art & Understanding. He is the author of Behold the Man: The Hype and Selling of Male Beauty in Media and Culture.

Jalil Kazerooni
Jalil Kazerooni is an Iranian artist. He infuses his art with his passion for archeology and history. He sees his work as a way to reveal stories that lie all around us, hidden in cracks and rust. you can find more of his work at https://www.instagram.com/jalilkazerooni