Out bowling tonight, I was charged. The big thuggish bouncer, the guy bowling next to us who was either threatening me or seducing me, cuties abounding, the couple fondling each other in the elevator as J, S, and I walked back to the car, the night was filled with erotic energy and it felt good.

How do we deal with desire? Where does it go when it’s fuzzy and confused? What do we do when we can’t decide if somebody is threatening us or seducing us? Big questions for my queer little pea-brain.

On the one hand, I say live with it, enjoy it, feel it, and when the mood strikes, run with it. On the other hand, there is a certain danger in the desires of strangers—a fear of the unknown, the repressed, the violent, and the grotesque.

I love love.

I love life.

For me, I’m running with it.  The risk is worth it. The structural violence of the world, the state, society, ideology, all that pain, deserves creative acts of pleasure, love, and open-minded adoration—even when the threat of violence exists.

Bold acts of love, desire and sex are the building blocks of liberation.

Food, water, shelter too.