…I’m weary of ideologues. Tonight I pray for a bit of peace and quiet. I need a break from rants and manifestos. I know I’m guilty of delivering them myself, but Jesus Fairy Christ, I need just a few minutes of peace from the loud-mouth post-Left LEFT, the anti-activist ACTIVISTS, and the anti-intellectuals who’ve spent their lives reading theory and have come to the conclusion that it was a waste of time.

Oh, Fuckbuddy in the Sky, how I long to see people heal from the wounds of war, death, destruction, disease, and depression. I know some people rant that this makes me a liberal. But how I long for joyous orgies of love and possibility in a world without human-caused suffering.

Yes dear non-deity, sweet something other than this, I wish so badly, that when we queers tried to manifest explosions of joy and liberation, we didn’t act like such fucking assholes.

Speaking of assholes…

Oh Daddy (the one with the leather cap and boots), I pray to thee, give us peace, pleasure, and prosperity.

And when the motherfuckers responsible for this global catastrophe walk down the street, let them tremble in fear and surrender their power to everybody else just trying to get along in life.

But in the meantime, can we please just enjoy the dance?

Love from your humble servant in queer politique,

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