according to arbitrary superficial details—the feelings I share
with certain friends are so intimate, so beautiful, that it’s
ridiculous that I don’t call them lovers just because we don’t
sleep together. It’s fucking absurd that sex should be the
dividing line between our relationships, between which ones
take precedence, between who we play with, live with, sleep
with, who we take care of first, who we die with at last."
From the zine Infinite Relationships.
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