'no one knows if the traps closed in upon them, or if the boys' curiosity was such that they closed them themselves. in any case, embedded into one another, two by two, and condemned to ejaculate until the end of time, they became the machinery of a factory without electricity and the slaves of a corpse. for they did not know that the ogre, in his attic, was dead.'
'alone in his forest dwelling, an ogre had spent years building machines to force his visitors to make love to one another: machines with pulleys, chains, clocks, collars, leather leggings, metal breastplates, oscillatory, pendular, or rotating dildos. one day, some adolescents who had lost their way, seven or eight brothers, entered the ogre's house.'
TO GET RID OF
"we seek to open our body to other bodies, to another body; to transmit vibrations, to circulate energies, to arrange desires so that each is free to play out its fantasies and ecstasies, so that we might live without guilt and without inhibiting all the sensual intra- and interpersonal practices we need so our day-to-day reality won't turn into the slow agony that capitalism and bureaucracy project as a model existence."
"there is no fundamental difference between the 'immaculate conception' and the publicity-minded prostitute, between conjugal duty and the 'enlightened' promiscuity of the bourgeoisie: the progression is unbroken. the same restrictions apply. the same fragmentation of the body as source of desire continues unabated. only the strategy changes.
what we want, what we desire, is to kick in the façade over sexuality and its representations so that we might discover just what our living body is."
"we're not concerned with simply breaking down this official sexuality as one would break down the condition of one's imprisonment within any structure; we want to destroy it, to get rid of it because in the final analysis it functions as an infinitely repeating castration machine designed to reproduce everywhere and in everyone the unquestioning obedience of a slave."
- guy hocquenghem, to destroy sexuality
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Queer update: I'm dangerously queer, basically all the time.
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life would be so beautiful if humans didn't insist on not only being literal trash but blanketing the entire fucking world with it
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