Tangentially, I know how you feel about feeling like it’s all coming unravelled. It ain’t just about the gay, though. It’s more pervasive than that. The idiots have us cornered; they swing from the ends of threads and pull and generally make a fucking mess of things. We must re-ravel as fast as possible, all together. Constantly. And then write it down, or something.

Call me an Anansi Boy (Or Aunt Nancy, it’s all the sam’ ting, ya).

Kudos to another yer-fingers-to-da-bone post. I tune in to this.

No but really, an interesting post that can also be applied to Indian cities like Bombay. Where is it all going? It would be intersting to turn the clock forward about 10 years and see how it all plays out.

you wonder where the subsuming of a functional identity is going to leave everyone.

That thought makes me want to never have kids.

i think consciousness, on a personal level, is a struggle. on a group, mass movement level, a rare bird. difficult to keep afloat for long.

also, i loved this:

Sometimes you can practically feel the whole thing unravelling like a cheap pashmina

And Floridian… you think he is exercising his right to live in Pakistan (i.e. any place he wants)… no comment