Desireé Dallagiacomo
Are you in school? For what?
Anonymous

I am in school! I am studying creative writing & women and gender at the University of New Orleans. It’s a blast.

omg I thought this was a fan account that just happened to see my post but this is the real you!! I actually love you and your poems so much please keep being you cause you're awesome

It’s true! I am real! Yay!

senoritapizza:

Whenever I think about losing weight and how big n gross my thighs are I watch this poem called “thighs” by desireé dallagiacomo and I feel about 1000x better

YESSSS GIRL.

I wanted to write a post about how horrible this angle is, how my cellulite is lit up in purple lights, how my round belly is in the center of the frame, how you can see straight up my nose, But instead- I’m going to take this opportunity to tell you all that I placed 3rd at the Individual World Poetry Slam last weekend and this photo was taken of me in all my glory on Final Stage. And how incredible that I got to be in that body on that stage sharing my poems, growling like the wolf that I am.

I wanted to write a post about how horrible this angle is, how my cellulite is lit up in purple lights, how my round belly is in the center of the frame, how you can see straight up my nose, But instead- I’m going to take this opportunity to tell you all that I placed 3rd at the Individual World Poetry Slam last weekend and this photo was taken of me in all my glory on Final Stage. And how incredible that I got to be in that body on that stage sharing my poems, growling like the wolf that I am.

Link to where I can watch you perform your poem real sex tips please?
Anonymous
hello! I was wondering if the 'thighs' print will be available to order :)

Yes, it is! Check the drop down menu on my Tumblr homepage!

afterlightsout:

poemsbydes:

BROADSIDES HAVE ARRIVED OMG

WHERE CAN I PURCHASE PLEASE?!

Just added to the merch dropdown box! A broadside is $20, and there’s only 25 left in this run, AND I KNOW THAT’S A HIGH PRICE, but a girl’s gotta pay tuition somehow.

afterlightsout:

poemsbydes:

BROADSIDES HAVE ARRIVED OMG

WHERE CAN I PURCHASE PLEASE?!

Just added to the merch dropdown box! A broadside is $20, and there’s only 25 left in this run, AND I KNOW THAT’S A HIGH PRICE, but a girl’s gotta pay tuition somehow.

BROADSIDES HAVE ARRIVED OMG

BROADSIDES HAVE ARRIVED OMG

Hi Desiree! I was one of your campers from oxbow. I watched your "real sex tips" poem it's very inspiring. Im so glad I got to meet someone so amazing as yourself and got to make a connection with you. Best wishes. xxx
Anonymous

That awkward moment when your students find your YouTube videos, and then that proud moment when they feel inspired. SWOON.

poemsbydes:

Jeana (JP) and I met two summers ago in a weird, weird place in Napa, CA. We spent the summer together talking about gender, race, art, kids, love, family, and identity.

JP was the first of my friends to ever meet my family, maybe because the line between JP and family was a thin, thin line. The…

Necessary. Important. Crucial.
One week left to donate, y’all.

m3diocr3-pianist:

Desireé Dallagiacomo - Thighs

This woman has made my day. My week. My life.

She’s the blonde lady in the video of the poetry slam about Cosmo Sex Tips and she is the actual reason that I stopped giving a shit that I’m bigger than you. And that I bounce a little when I walk. And that when I pinch at my ribs there’s actually loose skin to grab. I feel comfortable in my body. Because its mine. This is my skin, that I was born into and I’m goddamn proud of it. Fuck your fat shaming and your body standards. I am beautiful in my own way and if you say differently then FUCK you. And fuck what you say about me. You don’t like my thighs? Great. Get down here, I’ll use them to crush your fucking skull.

 

YOU GIT ‘EM, GIRL!

A childhood friend, Angelica, has been missing from our hometown for 3 weeks. Yesterday, her body was found buried in a field next to the river, stabbed to death by her husband. And this news fills me, overflows.

Today I feel heavy as an anvil, dropped, sunk to the bottom of the rivers mouth. My insides slosh, like I am made of water. And again, I have no words for the body of a woman I knew as a girl. It is clockwork- the way women are home, and then vacant. The way we enter and leave so silently. How our bodies are ours, and then taken.

And I must be, right? We, women, must be made from water, right? The way we are puddled, and then evaporated in the blink of an eye, the ball of a fist.

Here Goes Poindexter, an Endlessly Important Journey in Love, Rage, Digging, and Reclamation.

Jeana (JP) and I met two summers ago in a weird, weird place in Napa, CA. We spent the summer together talking about gender, race, art, kids, love, family, and identity.

JP was the first of my friends to ever meet my family, maybe because the line between JP and family was a thin, thin line. The line between JP and me is also a thin, thin line.

So this project she’s working on feels like my project, too. But it’s not my project- and it could never be my project.

Sometimes when JP and I speak, I feel like I am speaking to myself. When I experience her art, I feel like maybe I am experiencing the art I would have made as a different version of myself.

Right now, JP is smack dab at the starting line of a really, really important project. It’s an oral history project dedicate to her father in which she has chosen to dedicate her life to for the next undetermined amount of months. I’m not going to tell you much about the project, because she tells you all about it if you just clink on that link right there.

If you believe in the importance of Women/Queer/Black/Poor life, then this is the project you should help make sure happens.

**IF YOU DONATE TO THIS PROJECT, AND YOU SHOULD DONATE TO THIS PROJECT, if you indicate that I sent you, by writing "Des loves you, and wants you to always chase what you love if it loves you back" in the subject line- I will send you a previously unprinted chapbook. Any amount is a wonderful amount, but the chapbook is available for folks that donate $15 or more.

If we write a poem "after" you, would you mind if we shared that with you? And if so, what would be the best medium of sharing said poem with you
Anonymous

I’d love to hear/read it!

You can tag me in it on tumblr, send it to me in an email (desiree@forwardarts.org), share the link(s) with me, send it to me on tumblr, or send it via carrier pigeon!