you should know that i love to have you flit about my edges, and you should know that it kills me (like in a bad way) when you press your way in.
i’m gonna wander aimlessly in midday sunshine, which is something you don’t/won’t know quite yet. i’m gonna think about how i was wrong when i thought what m and i had been talking about was queer theory beyond the exchanges of sexual identities, and that what we were talking about was more like the shift from exchanges of sexual identities to sexual exchanges of identities (like could there possibly exist a fucking thing that ‘i’ do that isn’t sex already?
pun intended, OBVS.)
oh, and i’m so excited to realtalk with you about all of this.
