Queerness, Intimacy, Rough Trade and Desire

The complexity of a life lived always in pursuit outside the line of conformity is that the unstable ground of the false lies that build my inner narrative always return to grab my ankle demanding love must be expressed not by the act of intimacy and agency, but by the partnered cardinal that is the myth. I am the virgin whore I seek….Intimacy, that complicates, pushes, grabs my breath only to release me in to the light of shattered limitation…Desire wrapped in the rough trade sex of the ally ways, the submission to another’s intellect, the unfolding of wetness by the banter of discourse, the tenderness of wanting in the eyes of a lover, Yes, I am the Virgin Whore I seek…