 feel like I have enough power to drag down something important with me. I guess if I didn’t have books and a radical scene and shit I’d be drunker and crazier and more anorexic and maybe I’d sink down so forcefully it would make “man” and “woman” and “transsexual” scarier, less stable places to be. I imagine other people will do different things and say different things and justify their lives in different ways and I don’t really care. All I want for them is to destroy some things and not get in the way of destroying everything. “Destruction” isn’t quite right; patriarchy destroys enough and confusing destruction with communization is deadly. “Decreate,” “undo,” “make impossible” this shitty world.

Queer porn still sucks because it’s still porn and it’s pieces of our bodies cut off and commodified and it’s another lifestyle with another identity being created by us and sold to us. It’s a less fucked up feeling hustle and I guess it’s fun to watch sometimes but I’m sick of being told greater representation means anything is okay. I don’t want to be stigmatized for sex work or having lots of sex but I don’t want anyone acting like it’s not another job, more exploitation that’s always a moment away from horror, more capital, more sadness and boredom and lives wasted on dead time.

I’ve ended up being a part of this queer, halfway separatist world and something about it feels important. I don’t know what. It’s not the Truth, not divine, only half-truth only a lie only human. But it’s like a community, or something more diffuse and unable to be pinned down. None of us chose to be here but we find ourselves drawn together by this contradiction. To love God, hating all that is not true like him and to engage constant, frantic lying. “Better that I would hear what is not true of you than nothing at all.” Lesbian affect or queer ethic or something, a little bit together and equally uncertain about what we could ever do. And while we figure it out we go crazy, start fucking up and quitting our jobs and refusing to fuck or having weirder sorts of sex. Or anything really. I try to pin it down but all I can ever do is talk around it. This union of ag
feel like I have enough power to puff down something authoritative with me. I guess if I did n’t have books and a revolutionary scene and shit I ’d be drunker and crazy and more anorexic and possibly I ’d sink down so forcefully it would make “ man ” and “ woman ” and “ transsexual ” chilling, less stable places to be. I imagine other citizenry will do different things and say different thing and justify their lives in different way and I do n’t really care. All I want for them is to destroy some thing and not get in the way of destroying everything. “ Destruction ” is n’t quite right; patriarchy demolish enough and confusing destruction with communization is deadly. “ Decreate, ” “ undo, ” “ make impossible ” this shitty world. 

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 feel_like I_have enough power to_drag down_something_important with_me._I guess if_I didn’t have_books and a radical_scene and shit_I’d_be drunker and crazier and more anorexic and maybe I’d sink down so forcefully_it_would make_“man”_and_“woman” and “transsexual” scarier, less_stable places to be. I_imagine other_people will do different things and say different_things_and justify their_lives in different ways and I don’t really care._All I want for them is_to destroy some_things_and_not get in the_way of destroying everything. “Destruction” isn’t_quite right; patriarchy destroys enough and_confusing destruction with communization is deadly. “Decreate,”_“undo,” “make impossible” this shitty world.

Queer_porn still sucks because it’s_still porn_and it’s pieces of our_bodies cut off_and commodified_and it’s another_lifestyle with another identity being created_by us and_sold to us. It’s a less_fucked_up feeling hustle_and_I_guess it’s_fun to watch_sometimes_but I’m_sick_of being told greater representation means_anything_is okay. I don’t want to be_stigmatized for sex work_or_having lots of sex_but I don’t want anyone_acting like it’s not another job,_more exploitation_that’s always_a moment away from horror, more capital, more sadness and boredom_and lives wasted on dead time.

I’ve_ended up being a_part of_this_queer, halfway separatist_world_and something_about it feels important. I don’t know_what. It’s_not the Truth, not divine, only_half-truth only a lie_only_human. But it’s like a community,_or something more diffuse and unable_to be pinned down. None_of_us_chose to be here but_we find ourselves drawn together by_this contradiction. To_love God, hating all that is not_true_like him and to engage constant,_frantic_lying. “Better that I would hear_what_is_not true of you than_nothing at all.” Lesbian affect or_queer ethic or something, a little bit together and_equally uncertain about_what we could ever do._And_while_we figure it out we go crazy, start fucking up_and quitting_our jobs and_refusing to fuck or having weirder sorts of sex. Or_anything really. I try to pin it_down but all I can ever do is talk around it._This union of ag