A poem that appeared in a 1993 issue of GCN has been receiving admiration on Twitter after a photo of the poem was shared on the social media site.

The poem was featured in the GCN August 1993 edition of the then newspaper, which celebrated the decriminalisation of homosexuality. The front-page featured an image of Kieran Rose, Chris Robson of GLEN, Phil Moore of Parents Enquiry, and Suzy Byrne of GLEN as they celebrated outside Dáil Eireann after the legislation was passed.

#GCNmag Issue 54: Published in June 1993, the people celebrating the decriminalisation of homosexuality in front of the Dáil are, left to right, Kieran Rose and Chris Robson of GLEN, Phil Moore from Parents Support and GCN News Editor and GLEN co-chair, Suzy Byrne. #GCN30 pic.twitter.com/nKJMU4hA1C

— Gay Community News (@GCNmag) March 10, 2018

The poem, which celebrates the decriminalisation of homosexuality, was featured on page 12. It is unclear who the author of the poem is.

Having consulted some GCN alumni, we are not much closer to figuring out who wrote the rousing piece.

We would love your help in uncovering who this poet is.

poem in an issue of gcn from 1993!!! pic.twitter.com/iHWfrIo1Y9

— Jude L (@judeupdates2) November 23, 2019

If you have any insight into who may have penned this wonderful piece of poetry, please get in touch with us at [email protected]

Poem on the Day they Decriminalised Homosexuality

Fuck me in Dublin, Fuck me in Cork,

Fuck me in Galway, Athlone and Dundalk,

Fuck me in Carlow, Fuck me in Clare,

Fuck me unconscious my legs in the air.

Suck me in Leitrim, Suck me in Youghal,

Suck me in Carrick, Macroom and Glenstall,

Suck me in Wexford and Cahirsiveen,

Suck me like I was your favourite ice cream.

Finger me gently, as gentle as you can,

Like they finger the dykes in old Amsterdam,

Pull me off slowly, as slow as a dream,

But push and pull madly as I start to scream.

Rimming’s the business on the shores of Lough Mask,

My head in the clouds and your tongue up my ass,

Between Wicklow and Arklow, on bright Brittas Bay,

I could have you for lunch sixty nine times a day.

So hold me and kiss me and screw me ’till dawn,

We’ll make love ’till the stars have quietly withdrawn,

Then we’ll sleep the sleep of the free and the regal,

In the knowledge that all of it’s perfectly legal.

If you think you might know who the author is of this spectacular piece, please send us an email.