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In my conversations with Ciwas Tahos (林安琪 Anchi Lin) and Jarra Karalinar Steel for BLEED 2024, I was struck by how both their works foreground romance, desire and community, using sensual and digital elements to imagine a sanctuary that is both transcendent and embodied.

That, of course, made me think of sex and the internet — maybe I am always thinking about sex and the internet — and especially of Lex, a text-first queer app that has grown over the last five years from a platform for personals ads (modelled on the back pages of old-school lesbian magazines) to a sort of community noticeboard or queer Twitter. It can be gossipy, claustrophobic and clout-chasing, as any small community can be, and the app is glitchy and uncomfortably commercialised, yet it’s also a digital sanctuary of sorts, especially as other platforms become more openly and violently anti-trans. I have spent a lot of time there and it’s fed me, surprised me, and prompted me to think more succinctly about who I am and what I want, absorbing the economical jargon of vintage personals ads (“ISO” means “in search of”) as well as the contemporary sociolect of overly-online queers. So I have elected to write my responses to love.exe and Finding Pathways to Temahahoi in the style of Lex posts – 300-character bursts of desire, intention and invitation, in the IRL and URL.

Posts

ISO Temahahoi

worksick & worldweary tonight. I’m doomscrolling, somnolent and restless and dreaming of you, Temahahoi, of mountains that hold me and unfurl my clenched mind. I want the wind, I want the sun to walk me there, I want to be heavy not with longing nor with regret but with possibility

in need of Temahahoi

if there is a place, in the deep creases of the earth's skin, where all queer and holy creatures may be free. would that I be worthy

in fear of Temahahoi

I basked in the sunlight but held my gaze askew. I didn’t dare look directly. if I see your face, if I reach the horizon, what then? I know there's something in the wind

either/or

不男不女 勿二勿三 I walk the line I let it divide me
let it dance on my spine like dappled light

crosshatched

we all wear borders. empire gets under your skin, leaves traces in liver and lung and bloodline. it suppresses & perverts, silences & renames, fetishises & stills. bold as brass & sly as wire. but underneath the overwhelm something stirs, ripples, quickens, it’s alive, a wave crests breaking the sky

fertile/febrile

you: a shy fragrant breeze teasing jasmine and saltwater, too gentle to trouble even the candle’s flicker. me: a blinking cursor, an unfinished sentence, a porous stone, as ready as i’ll ever be

wind, water, stone, fire

stone: hard, cool, smooth, wind-carved and river-rolled, sharp edges sluiced off by the water’s soft hand. stone: untouchable dyke top in high demand (see: top shortage). stone: subject spilling with verb, no returns, a one-way street. stone: weight. stone: weapon. stone: the unwanted core. stone: a shield for seed. stone on stone: fire

🍃💦🪨🔥

I've been skimming surfaces, now I'm looking for something with heft, elemental. but will you ignite, sharpen or erode me?

hzing

you’re a bee in my lung, catching my breath. my throat the long road. we invite the wind with song, returning its call

exile

woman is a country I had to leave. there was no room for me there. but I'm hypnotised by the rearview. salt & sepia & too tantalising. I am Orpheus and Lot's Wife; I crave Eurydice, I crave Sodom

amongst women

I crave the crush of hot flesh, the flush and push, the rush and pull, the silken muscle, the honeyed milk, the hungry mouth, the musk the tang the grip the yield, the hanging moment

before you engulf me

say grace. bless this bounty and your appetite. may we all flourish in sapphic sufficiency

interwoven

the tension is what holds it together
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