Politics Is Not a Banana-

What are you doing after the orgy or the insurrection or whatever?

Piers trace edge of the metropolis, penetrating the harbor. Drawing near, it becomes
apparent that dozens of bodies are melting into one-another, creating circuitry of pleasure upon the since abandoned conduits of capital. Each night and everywhere, exoskeletons of post-industry are ripped open; buildings are squatted for nights of precarious orgy. An entire lot of parked semitrucks becomes a labyrinth of caverns—within each pitch-blacktruck erupting a cacophony of

anonymous touch, thrust and come.

Derelict spaces as zones of play for bodies-in-becoming. Making-eyes in a park or on a subway train as arrangement for a lunchtime fuck in an alley or stairwell. Potential meeting gesture. Some have named this period of public sex, between the stonewall
riots and the onslaught of AIDS, as the most sexually liberated period in history. We read this instead as a moment of resistance to social control or an unleashing of power sandwiched at either end by specters of biopower. More importantly, we see this as a sweat-stained lineage of subversion which we’ve oh-so rightfully inherited.

It's snowing outside.
I don't know whether to be super pissed about that
or excited that I'm sneaking into Avatar today.
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