There’s something so fundamentally awesome about Mattilda’s craft. Currently I’m reading ‘So Many Ways to Sleep Badly,’ so her stream-of-consciousness prose is pretty well imprinted on my mind right now. There are exceptional turns of phrase and liberatory universal truths peppered throughout Pulling Taffy that can be tough to swallow for some (just like come), but makes for a really mind-blowing reading. Mattilda is to the queer liberation what many unfortunately see Anderson Cooper or other neoliberal, highly assimilated, cult-of-masculinity gay men as in relation to the tragically misaligned objectives of the “Gay Shame” (Mattilda’s magnificent phrasing) movement—namely, assimilationist marriage rights, property rights, labor rights, etc.; all negative rights, ultimately, under our exploitative and oppressive society, for straights and queers alike. Pulling Taffy is, at times, heart-rending to a fault, and if read uncritically can glorify what harm has been enacted upon the queers this world has killed systematically, but it’s in this liminal space where beauty arises: where the sex worker is a laborer with dignity and shame like us all (and no differently), and where the club queen isn’t so easily discarded as superficial or self-destructive, but rather illuminative of what love is, how love is, and where desire liberates is in this messy equation. Kinda rambling now, and might not make too much sense, but Pulling Taffy is beauty and truth unbound and unapologetic.