Without hesitation, queers shed the constrains of identity in becoming autonomous, mobile and multiple with varying differences. We interchanhed desires, gratification, ecstasies, and tender emotions without reference to the tables of surplus value of power structures. Muscled arms built barricades and broke shit to the imagined anthems of riot grrrls (or was it La Roux?). If the thesis is correct that gender is always performative, then our performed selves resonated with the queerest gender of all: that of total destroy. Henceforth our preferred gender pronouns are the sound of shattering glass, the weight of hammers in our hands and the sickly-sweet aroma of shit on fire. Address us accordingly.
Aiden Rowe - My Preferred Gender Pronoun is Negation