the appeal of blowing tradesmen is that they’ll vanish into thin air after it’s so utterly inconsequential their wives never know they get to fuk a tgrl on the qt yu get dick w no strings
but rope without strings is only sleep without dreams
ag bp d2 ist hyperfolk
hypertext hyperpop hypersex we talk abt hypersexuality or being hypersexual and then all we’re talking about is quantity · and i’m not witholding sympathy from someone who finds their own urges pathological yk but to pathologise rly liking fucking as a matter of course looks awfully like a projection of our culturally contingent values onto nature and just yk the policing of bodies and what we’re allowed to do w them and i wanna not only push back but push right over the top and talk abt augmented sex like hypertext is augmented text i wanna talk abt an elevated quality of sex and hypersexuality as the pursuit of this hypersex this greater sex a prosthetically enhanced sex a dildonics
bildungsroman
when we were young we used to get so close to it
and you were scared and you were beautiful
wittig’s fem coded bildungsroman has no paragraphs or commas (virgule, non!) no chapter numbers and is addressed to a (you) · her first renversement and the og trojan horse
we talk abt second puberty but there’s a second adolescence in the wake of it a questioning of one’s sexuality one’s presentation seeking tribal belonging what percent vsco grl are yu what percent art ho crushing on ppl yu wanna be when yu grow up and the fooling of nuncle lear in it is to pare apart the pre- or post- pubescence distinction from the adult-child distinction and to separate puberty from chronobiological timelines the chrono from the bio to liberate the somatic from the rigid segmentarity of cisnormative assumptions about maturation and to unteach yu differences some girls have dicks some women have jejune lil crushes and wear scrunchies on our wrists sksksks
omg she’s saying fucking kids is ok well no ofc i’m not but yu don’t think i am yu just want me to be
and it’s super interesting to me that yu feel queering the puberty boundary wld deproblematise fucking kids rather than problematise adult sexualities and when i call it interesting i’m calling yu a groomer yes
bc forcing children into sexed lil boxes ready for breeding is too! fucked! up! let kids be kids i agree let them be free of sex and sexuality which means free from being binarily sexed and from being straight you’re the groomers literally breeding allo endo cishet flesh treating children as reproductive resources for the production of patriarchy is the most literal grooming
by problematising adult sexualities i mean to elevate to consciousness the many internalised reductive misogynistic allonormative endonormative heteronormative cisnormative assumptions we endlessly reinscribe in the medium of our bodies as we exchange biocodes in the received rituals of love under kyriarchy
as the putinists sneak in a progressive-conservative boundary under the doormat of the individual-collective boundary so straight society slips us a compulsory heterosexuality with our coming of age story our sociopolitical enfranchisement the formal recognition of our agency · so that the preconditions of our somatic autonomy are a priori and non-negotiable · you will be straight or you will not be · in social space one doesn’t exist simply by existing but only by virtue of the recognition of our agency by the society as our situatedness within a power structure
and all of this goes without saying until it doesn’t · until yu want a passport without an (m) or an (f) on and realise that freedom of movement is a cisgender privilege that ur first glass of selfdetermination on the birthday of ur coming to maturity was spiked with the ket of the straight mind that under every legal contract that yu sign is a sheet of carbon paper with the heterosexual contract concealed below
we’re tricked into thinking growing up means straightening up or that political participation means cocks in cunts yk so that territorial wars and prison ships for refugees come to appear to us the natural shape of (REALiTi)
we can be so much more that’s what i’m saying if we allow ourselves the passage from nurturing to independence free of the imprint of violence passing not from innocence to experience but from innocence and joy to innocence and joy yk from playfulness to playfulness then we might learn to love the earth and become the immense beings of light we keep crushed in our hearts like a neutron star
hypersex
bite off your fingernails
cut up your skin
in 2024 les guérrilères looks horribly prophetic · as necropolitics pits bodies against bodies not ppl against ppl or community against community · yu become a body and the body a uniform · prisoner or guard
putin’s philosopher and this idea the cult of the individual is the downfall of the west · aren’t we the members of this (international lgbt movement) invested and immersed in a commons a shared value system a community · if the opposition is individualism vs community then why shld family values or whatever bollox be the only shared values on offer · like it doesn’t seem a given that a rejection of individualism and embrace of community has to mean embracing hetero cis allo values and it’s not obvious that an individualist might not embrace such values against the current of decadence (he) finds himself in
and moreover it’s not obvious that western liberal values don’t constitute some shared community to which an individual subsumes their individuality · feminism looks awfully like a set of shared values · trans rights activists look awfully like they’re risking their freedom as individuals to further their shared value system · the quiet conflation of a conservative-progressive distinction with an individual-collective distinction is sheer sleight of hand · what looks like an attack on individualism is only a rhetorical assault on progressivism · with no substance of its own
policing bodies classes of bodies · forcing bodies to police bodies · isn’t the distinction (yu can do as yu please w ur body) and (we can do as we please w ur body) so that it’s an individual-collective thing after all · fascism is always a (popular) ideology
(andrea dworkin · the right advocate private property rights held by individual men over individual women and the left advocate collective property rights held by men as a class over women as a class)
then it is abt belonging to the group who get to do what they like to the other group’s bodies · but that’s not collectivism not a shared set of values only an army a shared threat a shared set of fears a shared violence an incrimination a conspiracy · a shared hatred is not a shared value system · a mass panic is not a community · an obsessive extermination of everyone not like yu is not a value system but a psychosis
known but unknowable
je comprends je l’ai dit
c’est la vie
yu can’t resolve a contradiction by thinking about it · the cat’s only dead and alive at once until yu open the box
it’s not abt not knowing like there’s a real indeterminacy as a materiality not just an epistemic uncertainty but a certainty that the world really is fuzzy it isn’t ur glasses it rly looks like that · no hard lines
and more again than a linguistic underdetermination a failure only of precision which again assumes a fixed ground beneath everything as a set of striations in the world we merely fail to bring into focus or to label adequately an order of magnitude outside of our arithmetic a mathematical system is (complete) just as chess is not rendered incomplete by the fact i can pick up my queen and hurl it across the table bc that simply is not a move in chess a game is not incomplete merely bc other games exist
thesis antithesis synthesis · tu es impossible c’est impossible je t’aime so an explosion a contradiction to render all things possible by engineering a golden impossibility which is easy bc the world is fuzzy i can be both in the room and not at the same time just by standing in the doorway this is real
i’m a broken wee trauma disaster · my crushed lil heart is surrounded by a hard shell of scar tissue so that affection only triggers a panic attack and i can’t love · and then yu idiot genius reaching out and leaning away impossible enough that my wee heart turns exothermic and pops its aroace shell like a bubble · we resolve a contradiction thru action shut up kiss me
ungrievable
writing out your name
little shapes that feign some knowledge of you
the white cis regulars all talk to one another when they come in then ignore me then the asian regulars come in and get ignored and talk to me it’s so palpable the functioning of privilege and exclusion the intersectionality to a white cis dude an asian girl’s good for the same one thing as a trans girl she can have a fkn mba from a famous business school and be unemployable as anything but a hot wet fuck tube
and i’d rather be part of this excluded world yk i don’t want to be one of them the scum in their entitled privilege their convos are fkn awful bc they live in their privilege not in the world and the convos i have w asian grls are awesome bc they actual live in the world and have shit to say and the exclusion and the fetishisation remain unremarked because we’ve better things to find interesting enough to share
and ofc yu don’t get any of this how cld yu it’s not even ur fault but it’s why there’s just this gulf between us ever and always
privs spitting teeth abt sth neither of them have any xp w · existing in public space as an ungrievable
a situationship as a prerequisite for resistance to a patriarchal expropriation of our love
i have one microidentification for every day of the week and one more for every way i feel about yu and each of the hermeneutic intersections between and among · i want to fit yu into a sexuality abt as much as i want to fit into a sex and that is abt as much as i want to fit into a coffin · welcome to my island chère lectrice · lacunae lacunae · an island is only the outside of a puddle · a body without organs a plain of immanence a nomadology it’d be cool if yu walked w me a lil without milestones or compass points to guide us only the dead stars that crack in our hearts and the rain and the seagull eggs falling from an overgrown gutter and the battered horizon hidden somewhere amongst the mist and the noise the murmurations the flickering of wings a zoetrope a flip book sneaking kisses between the pages a rolled up sheet of wrapping paper pink on one side brown on the other and the time the bus crashed on the way back from the seaside and the teacher in shock picking bits of glass out of my hair i don’t mind what yu call me but yu can hold my hand if yu like i may not be ur dream grl but ily