Kati

Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon

your hip,

Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;

For thus, merely touching you, is enough—is best,

And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be

carried eternally.

“I’m not saying we’ll live to see some sort of paradise. But just fighting for change makes you stronger. Not hoping for anything will kill you for sure.” — Stone Butch Blues

Resolv'd to sing no songs to-day but those of manly

attachment,

Projecting them along that substantial life,

Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love,

Afternoon, this delicious Ninth-month, in my forty-first

year,

I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men,

To tell the secret of my nights and days,

To celebrate the need of comrades.

let’s all quit our jobs and just go on walks

“Remember me as a revolutionary communist” were beloved author, labor organizer, and trans liberation fighter Leslie Feinberg’s final words on November 15, 2014.

“I feel more in tune with humanity when I walk a desire path,” said Mr. Wolfe, adding that it feels “more related to human experience.”

This genealogy demonstrates the categorical instability of the corpse, despite the way in which it is framed discursively as a fixed and naturalized entity outside of social life