birthday week.

tonight i'm thinking about loose grips. holding lightly. kid gloves with the world and its coming. camp as beyond orientation; as roaming, placeless, sincere appreciation for being within and alongside. queer not as orientation, or location but as a light-holding and regard of now-ness, memory, objects, bodies. thinking about how i was taught growing up the importance of a having a 'good' handshake, a firm handshake. to look in the eye. to grip tightly. locate. this symbol of erasing history so equals can meet. equals who know how to give a good handshake. if we took each other's hands loosely, what would we be leaving space for?