Pleasure World, Part III

I share a vision with some of my fellow Tulips (the audacious counterpublic of Pleasure World) of a social space which transgresses the trappings of institutionalized domesticity, the capital Ms that pose just as much of a threat to our community as the Westboro Baptist Church—Marriage and Monogamy. Good, clean, wholesome, state-sanctioned and primetime-approved intimacy. I search desperately for compatriots who embrace their disgustingness, who don’t strive to be palatable and pretty to the straight world, but live for new and greater pleasures.

More is more.

I recognize the challenge of deconstructing all the hyper-sentimental, kitschy tropes about love and parenthood and annual trips to Disney World we young queers were bombarded with as children. I had to struggle with it myself. It’s a bold choice to refuse that easy, oh-so-scripted life narrative which places your Wedding Day as the simultaneous beginning, pinnacle, and end of your life. I’m dreading receiving my friends’ wedding invitations, commitment ceremony cards, Polaroids of newborn babies. At twenty, I’m already struck with the harsh realization of my own impending alienation from everything I was told I should be (and should have accomplished) at thirty. Queerness is a state of perpetual loneliness.

But it’s not a death sentence. Actually, it provides a white space of possibility—the potential to create new kinds of intimacy, to have new kinds of sex. Pleasure World is not for the faint of heart – it demands innovation, courage in the face of sexual and social persecution, a kind of unabashed militancy. I really believe its reification is the mission of my generation.

So come on, angry queer kids! We’re always seeking new recruits.

Suggesting Reading List: “Public Sex,” “Speaking Sex to Power,” “Pomosexuals,” “Opening Up”

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