a tiny shiver of messianic time for Shabbat:
imagine there were no oppression to produce our identities. no homophobia or compulsory cisheterosexuality to produce some of us as queer, no racism to produce some of us as racialized, just millions of forms of descriptive difference not essentialized & politicized by violence. when we said “i” in such a world we might mean almost nothing but a locus of desire