There is hope,
but not for us.
I like how people act like you can’t be racist and sleep with a person of color as if misogynists don’t sleep with women all the time
me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?
I’m of the opinion that queer sexuality is always more fluid than our words can capture precisely because of the ways it exists in the unspeakable and unintelligible. Even as we (rightfully) create the words to express it, we create them in a context of power that defines sexual norms and thus can never fully achieve expressions that signify something outside those norms.
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.