Koutonin appears peeved that he and others, perhaps more broadly the entrepreneurs he writes for in his regular blog, don’t get to enjoy the class privilege of being expatriates.
Excerpt: There was an odd comfort in being a stranger.
How many people you fuck has nothing to do with the extent to which you fuck up capitalism.
When the secret history of gay marriage is finally written, it will reveal that gay marriage was foisted upon a community with few resources, held hostage by a wealthy few.
Most of us are grappling with how to formulate a response that can do more than draw upon the two discursive inevitabilities.
The materiality of race, even as it operates as a legal fiction in several instances, functions to exclude, stigmatise, wound, and break, in a literal sense, as the past many months have shown.
It also reflects the cultural identity of an art world that can no longer afford to take any real risks.
Jim Oleson, 77, a longtime Chicago resident and partner of gay historian John D’Emilio, died at their home on April 4, surrounded by loved ones. He had severely weakened lungs and heart, and had recently begun home hospice care.
Is it really possible to dismantle the power of the mayor of Chicago by constantly looking for someone to occupy the office?
“This is an attempt to trace the conditions that reproduce the logic of the suffering/savage slot, even as I position my own work within those conditions.”
