intimacy

"I spent far too many days trying to outrun this thing called mine, so if I set myself into your arms would you hold me like the earth, quietly? I am yours. Give me a field, give me a big sky. A mountain. Give me your mouth. I'm just looking for a quiet place that I could die inside of."

— Anis Mojgani, Songs From Under The River

I had warm pumpernickel bread, cheese and chicken.

It is sunny outside. I miss you. My head is tired.

John was nice this morning. Already what I remember

most is the happiness of seeing you. Having tea.

Falling asleep. Waking up with you there awake

in the kitchen. It was like being alive twice.

I’ll try to tell you better when I am stronger.

— Linda Greg, The Defeated



Tippett: It’s also very moving and interesting to me, the way you — and you’ve started talking about this — you write about how Vietnamese culture that you were immersed in, how language is so embodied. Someplace, you said, “a lot of love is communicated in Vietnamese culture through service”: “We cook, we massage, we scratch each other’s back.” There’s not a lot of saying “I love you,” but it’s communicated in those ways.

Vuong: The body is the ultimate witness to love. And I learned that right away. We don’t say, “I love you.” If we do, we say it in English as a sort of goodbye.

— from Ocean Vuong's interview in On Being; "A Life Worthy of Our Breath"

"You been through a whole lot

And I feel like we both could use a vacay

We could go to Barcelona Spain for an eight day

We could see a horror movie like we in the 8th grade."

— Birdie, Kota the Friend


"I imagine a world where queer babies run wild into the ocean. I imagine a world where queerness is everything and everyone. I imagine a world where pink is blue and blue is pink. I imagine a world where our pain is connected and our liberation is free. I imagine a world where peace is the origin of our hearts. I imagine a world where little boys can wear glitter dresses. I imagine a world where we slay every day. I imagine a world where black babies aren’t killed because of their flamboyance. I imagine a world where little black gay boys can prance in the moonlight. I imagine a world where we each don’t have a gender or color to represent our essence. I imagine a world where black gay boys are leaders and achievers. I imagine a world where seeing is believing. I imagine a world where glitter can stain school hallways and truly uplift those who are queer. I imagine a world where our genitalia do not define our success. I imagine a world where we each have ample opportunity to grow, prosper, and flourish. I imagine a world with pink tutus on black boys. I imagine a world where glitter falls from the sky. I imagine a world where love truly is love." 
 —Tyler Kahlil Maxie, Chicago, Illinois

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