Often we see queerness as a deprivation, but when I look at my life, I saw that queerness demanded an alternative innovation from me, I had to make alternative routes. It made me curious, it made me ask this is not enough for me because there's nothing here for me.
“I did not say that he is lying. I said that I didn’t believe him. It’s a different thing. My mind, my heart— they are made in such a way that I cannot accept. No no no.”
you are up against him, his opus and all the affirmations those have garnered. The work itself argues against you, is a source of power for him. You are challenging his successes and everything his work means to anyone who has gained from affiliation, and decided that he and his work are essential to their own identity.
perhaps the strangest and most lonely-making aspect of I love you is that it traps the boundlessness of love in the limits of language