…How we are supposed to navigate ideals and people and desires that are so close together they touch, and so in conflict that they magnetize, and what we think of it? It can’t be understood by all of us together on the internet all at once (in large part because some of y’all don’t like to get hit en sex). It isn’t easy, this stuff. It makes a heart go crispy, then cold. And I don’t know, either, when the censory rules we trade like stickers stop being about, like, kissing, and start being about what is important to have and want, and think and be. Like, fuck every external idea of “having it all” unless you mean a full-time platonic lover, three part-time boyfriends, eternal summer and uncomplicated, enormous cash; fuck What Is A Joke. Fuck what you’re “supposed to” anything.