also someone asked me what my identity was the other day
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