starfrosting | oh darling, I remember when we talked made no sense at all

You will all be pleased to learn that after a 2 hour long break (how did that happen) I am returning to the final stretch of my by-now-voluminious yet still tight paper.

Also man there are all these thoughts percolating once my brain can run free again. I was reading Amber Hollibaugh tonight for my paper and was struck, for the nth time, by how instrumental the writings of sex-radical femmes has been to the development of my queer subjectivity, my imagination. Then I remembered something Paige had said about the dirth of butch writings and realized a lot of things that I don't want to get into right now, except to say that I still have very distinct sense-memory of my confusion 3 or 4 years ago...'Wait, I am really really attracted to butches...' and find it interesting that butch/femme both gave me a language to articulate my desires and circumscribed what I could imagine as possible.

sturdiness.

Oh damn, "Am I Blue For You?" just came on and I'm pretty sure this is the 6th time I've listened to it today.