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They were shocked and said, But were not queer!
Does it mean I want to be straight?
Theres a radical, tough-minded generosity here that punches right through the wall of our moments hypersensitivity around appropriation.
Queer can fuck up a party, yes, but its even better at throwing one.
When you stumble out of a wild party at 3 a.m., are you remembering the spilled drinks?
Atum, Temu, Tem, Ra.
Whats more queer than that?
(Some Mac writes, are real assholes.)
Shame is doffed like a dowdy jacket; the body is unequivocally embraced.
Those performers are a supergroup of musical might and sheer magnetism.
This specific party might be over, but the invitation is, and will remain, open.
How did we get here?
Where did we come from?
What, and whom in our relentlessly linear, presentist mind-set are we forgetting?
The Village was, you know,actuallythe Village, man.
Surely it was easier back then.
Again again again again, starting again starting again.
You work so hard to make it great.
And was it great?
We hear them chatting about their neighbors and fretting over their work (And after all that theTimesdoesnt come.
And so now its like did it even happen.)
and testing new ideas and, sometimes, really getting on each others nerves.
Some things go unsaid!
she barks at him.
I dont want everything to be up for debate or able to be changed or tweaked.
I dont want feedback.
I dont want notes, I just want to have ideas and follow them!
And the baby will be zero, she replies.
He pauses and smiles lightly.
I just got incredibly jealous.
You guys have so much life ahead of you.
says Browde, not happy, not sad.
I dont feel any of that.
Then, 600 Highwaymen and Talking Band suggest, you do it again.
You keep wondering, you keep working, you experiment with making an entrance while wearing a paper bag.
And if youre curious and generous and brave, somebody is there.
