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Confessions of the Fox
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“Love inscribes the body-- and this is a process as excruciating as it sounds. For some of us it is literal, Kafkaesque. A selbst-verlusting that is both terrifying and pleasurable. The body does not pre-exist love, but is cast in its fires.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“There is no trans body, no body at all-- no memoir, no confessions, no singular story of "you" or anyone-- outside this broad and awful legacy. So when they ask for our story-- when they want to sell it-- we don't let them forget.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“Robbers, Rebels, Lovers. Wait. Wait under waters, she said. History will find us. History will avenge us all. ”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“Gender does not mean the same thing in every context. Some genderings we fight for. Some "gender" is a missile sent by the metropole.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“In the name of those who came before, who fought the police; those whose names we know, and those whose names we can never know.
In the name of those who come after, who will never know our names--”
― Confessions of the Fox
In the name of those who come after, who will never know our names--”
― Confessions of the Fox
“When a woman regards you with her inevitable Expression-- the one that says: I'm waiting for you in the future; catch up, catch up-- you will liberate yourself from every pre-existing bond, body, and name you ever had.
And go with her.”
― Confessions of the Fox
And go with her.”
― Confessions of the Fox
“The body is written (like a book is written)--or rewritten-- in the process of making love. I mean, if you're "really" making love.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“He wanted to be known by her more than he needed to hide from her.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“There are some things you can see only through tears.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“So, yes, we are a wretched, misery-sowing people. But how curious, how beautiful we have been, as well.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“Like we're all just these... beings who let desire fill us and pilot us like bloated corpses through our lives.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“I’m reminded of the epigraph to this manuscript: “Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, / But yet the body is his book.” And the point is this: when a woman touches you, when she recasts your body in the flame of love, that fire is itself a spark thrown off a much larger blaze. Some distant incandescence called history. Some history of which, it turns out, you are a part. Some history to which you’re responsible.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“She meant that she saw something about the quality of my desire: that I could feel her even before I touched her. And that this was part of what it meant to be—or to have been, before my tits became the property of the California Municipal Waste Department—a lesbian. That a woman moving in your line of sight could have an effect that was total, atmospheric. That you could be hesitant, incapable and not particularly interested in establishing a line between touching and seeing. That you would indulge a dead love, dead in the eyes of the world, and valueless. A love that choked and burdened the mind, that might even be the very foundation of melancholy and despair. But, oh Reader, looking at a woman you really get a feel for the way that fire is a phenomenon of touch. And my point is, if you have ever been a lesbian, you will not even have to touch a woman to know that.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“She seized things that shouldn’t go together and orchestrated intellectual car crashes with them.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“Pa ni mèt ankô,”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“Pa ni mét ankô!”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“This is a novel that draws heavily on histories of mass incarceration, racialization, colonialism, the cruelties of capitalism, the militarization of the police, and the inextricability of embodied life and struggle from that history. In writing it, I was inspired by and turned many times to the works, histories, and stories of people who have endured incarceration.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“Are you wondering how to get here?
Dear Reader, if you are you-- the one I edited this for, the one I stole this for-- and if you cry a certain kind of tears-- the ones I told you about, remember?-- you will find your way to us.
You will not need a map. ”
― Confessions of the Fox
Dear Reader, if you are you-- the one I edited this for, the one I stole this for-- and if you cry a certain kind of tears-- the ones I told you about, remember?-- you will find your way to us.
You will not need a map. ”
― Confessions of the Fox
“ There is no utopia of the Damned save the one we will make ourselves, and we will make it-- ”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“She'd said Don't. Which was as good as saying I do love you, after all. ”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“After all, what are we but the accumulation of centuries of terror?”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“All of Jack's molecules were scrambled and rearranged, and something new was taking shape. Someone new.
He was becoming Jack Sheppard. He was entering history.”
― Confessions of the Fox
He was becoming Jack Sheppard. He was entering history.”
― Confessions of the Fox
“You know you can't use your misery as a talisman against worst misery, right?”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
“This Something – what he thought of as his something – made his servitude, while a miserable confinement, a hidey-hole too. His whole life was some hidden, rank place. And so his confinement became the door inside him between his waking life and something still unwoken, something lying close-packed like a bomb at his core, poised to shiver into a coruscated, glinting shower of-of-of what, he knew not.”
― Confessions of the Fox
― Confessions of the Fox
