Aren’t simple desires dead yet? Are we still so obsessed with the hegemonic body? Why do scenes from 20 years ago or even 40 years ago playout just like scenes from 20 minutes ago? Why are we all so stuck talking about fagsex and leather and bodyhair and sweat like it’s a revolution? Why are things like pleasure and bodyfluid still so predominant in discussions about ecstasy and emotion and love and lust? Why is power so reduced to testosterone and money and the phallus? Where are the tricksters, and the sneaks, marked by illusion and deception and joy and glamour and transformation?
Concerning the aesthetics of desire which you describe, Arthur Evans has this to say from his 1978 Witchcraft and the...
Without being too presumptuous, I think...reason certain tropes never seem to die is...
yes. yes. yes. don’t people get...whole butch clone thing being DONE TO DEATH??
Bolded that last line because it made me emotional.