Disappear, My Russia
Russia is once again learning to see itself through someone else’s eyes — through the eyes of Merezhkovsky’s Vasyuta: “some milk, maybe… but I don’t feel like it”. And that “I don’t feel like it” is enough to describe today’s reaction and the war.
The Privilege of Reversibility
I now see My Own Private Idaho not as a film about beautiful rootlessness, but as a film about the difference between those who have an “afterwards” and those who don’t.
The Somatics of Queer Flaw: How Thought Inevitably Gets Bogged Down in The Body, The Frame, and Biography
Why No Skin Off My Ass matters not only as a film, but as a trace of a queer culture that had not yet become polite, institutional, and safe.
A Manual for Disappearing
The Masturbator’s Heart speaks of death calmly, almost matter-of-factly, as something simply pencilled into the schedule.
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