I have attempted to outline this polemic in a fashion that displays some of my admiration for it. I agree with and feel hailed by much of No Future. Indeed, when I negotiate the ever-increasing sidewalk obstacles produced by oversized baby strollers on parade in the city in which I live, the sheer magnitude of the vehicles that flaunt the incredible mandate of reproduction as world-historical virtue, I could not be more hailed with a statement such as, “Queerness names the side of ‘not fighting for the children,’ the side of outside the consensus by which all politics confirms the value of reproductive futurism.” But as strongly as I reject reproductive futurity, I nonetheless refuse to give up on concepts such as politics, hope, and a future that is not kid stuff.
Juan Esteban Munoz, Cruising Utopia
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The provalone was delicious. Probably.
Did you eat some bologna, did you eat some ham? You look thin. Here, let me make you a little something. No, it's not a problem, sit sit. Stop fussing. Do I look tired? C'mon, here's a napkin.
I wanted him to come home for the holidays but you know this type, trying to bigshot everybody with their travels and such. No time for a mother alone? Ach, what can you do, you try your best to raise them right and you get bigshots. Not for nothing neither.
There's too much tinfoil in the house.
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