#throw it in the garbage

there is nothing cute here

pathetic little wrist and spider legs for fingers

i love small hands, always wish i had em myself 🥲

and my response was "I mean.........I basically want to throw identity in the garbage? like, who cares"

and she was like "yeah I mean I get that you don't wanna be labeled or whatever" (HILARIOUSLY INCORRECT) "but like....who are you attracted to, I guess?"

and I was like "YEAH okay let's talk about desire, desire is a thing"

and so we had a conversation about desire, which, like, that was fine

basically my whole shit is that my Sexual History and my History of Thought have temporally intersected such that by the time I even could/would have started figuring out My True Identity, I'd stopped, like, caring about that?

so I guess what I mean is that when people call me queer I don't correct them (they're not wrong)

and I guess what I mean is that I think I've just been mistaking sexual frustration for some kinda identificatory confusion/tumult/anxiety all summer

and I guess what I mean is something along these lines (even though I actually don't really know what interpellation is and I want someone to theory-mom me about it)

and I guess what I mean is this is part and parcel of why I occasionally start grumping about 'throwing individual liberal subjecthood in the garbage' at parties