24/06/2025
Capital would have us believe that love is a transaction, that intimacy is a service, but when he arches against me, when my fingers dig into the softness of his hips and my hand strokes his hair back, I know otherwise. This is not consumption.
This is rebellion.
And not just any rebellion, it’s a “Baroque survival tactic”, as Bolívar Echeverría had taught me. We were fugitives at this moment; taking back what was stolen, not through petitions, but through the pressure of our fingernails in each other’s skin, through gasped Arabic endearments, through the temporary autonomous zone we’ve created between these damp sheets.
http://erosobarbarie.org/2025/06/09/can-you-f**k-during-a-genocide/
