Sublime

Gender is always a scene of making out.

I am tender toward identities but suspicious of them.

the “child” is the act of “adults” looking back.

know for a fact, feel for a fact, that slices of this film have lived inside me.

How do words get into us, in order to be words to us?

Those of us said to be “girl” or “boy,” without any way to ditch our one word and get the other word, were impaled upon both while falling between them.

A kiss on a text? Such kissing renders a penetration-birth-death-decaying experience? Whatever one’s gendering? Yes, it does.2

Explicitly drawing on black traditions of family, he imagined a partnership, extended kin networks, friendships, and gay social worlds as constituting something more vital.