I just had a conversation with two students who spoke about a deep discontent within society, a sense that something’s wrong, but unnameable. They feared it, uncertain about what it was.

Such discontent is often present when society erupts into revolution—be it libratory or fascist. It’s the subconscious awareness that the world is fucked, that violence permeates the mundane, that our reality is structured in oppression.

As liberation-loving-queers looking for a better world, we should cautiously embrace this discontent as a point of rupture, a space where possibility can emerge. We should also brace ourselves for the rising tides of fascism swelling in the country and prepare ourselves for the fights to come.

Like all futures, ours is uncertain. We need to learn to be autonomous from dominant capitalist economies, learn how to produce and create our own livelihood, and overthrow this horrific culture of violence, privatization, and hate.

As queers, we know how to love, big and bold, through thick and thin. It’s time we smash the machinery of destruction and wallow in lust, autonomy, survival. Our bodies are contested territory between our inalienable desire to love, share, and grow as people and the machinery of authoritarianism, oppression, death, and privatization vying for our souls. I sure hope love wins.