We kissed hello because we had to. We had to know that we could kiss like this, a simple greeting but something splendid and transgressive even when mundane, or that’s what it felt like for me when I moved to San Francisco in 1992, and I was 19. This kiss didn’t necessarily feel like a radical act, it was just something you did if you were a faggot, whether in suit and tie or broadcasting the pageantry of outsider imagination. Was this something that united us? I wouldn’t have said so then, but maybe I’m saying it now.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Oh, how exciting– one of my favorite pieces, "A Desire for History," looks lovely over at Berfrois!!!
Friday, August 08, 2014
When you grow up in the dominant colonial power in the world, maybe it’s impossible not to sometimes find yourself thinking colonial thoughts...
For example, last night, when I heard about thousands of people stranded on a mountain in Iraq without food or water, I thought why isn’t the US intervening to help these people? Somehow, in spite of the obvious lessons past and present, I found myself thinking that this might be one place where US military intervention could be useful. Thankfully, I woke up today to Phyllis Bennis’s brilliant analysis on Democracy Now to bring me back to my senses.