Saturday, December 11
FAILED ESSAY ON REPRESSED SEXUALITY after Elisa Gonzalez The internet was my childhood refuge. It's where I practice still. Erase my browsing history. At the strip club, a friend leans over to say the search for a moral politic is a failure. How it mirrors a religious pursuit, that fervor. I agree, then disagree. I'm watching my favorite dancer, feeling the ghost of my teenage body. A river rushing superimposed boundaries. Do to me what sunlight does to a river. (Patrycja Humienik)