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Queer Praxis

Questions for LGBTQ Worldmaking

Edited By Dustin Bradley Goltz and Jason Zingsheim

Amidst rapid advances of mainstream gay and lesbian platforms, questions of essential sexual identities, queered rituals of family, queered notions of intimacy, queer considerations of time, and the possibility and value of queered systems of relation are largely absent. Resisting the public face of a normative and homogenous gay and lesbian community, and embracing a broadened conception of queerness, this book brings together 29 writers – a diverse community of scholars, lovers, and activists – to explore queer theory and embodied experiences within interpersonal relations and society at large. Enacting a critical intervention into the queer theoretical landscape, the book offers an alternative engagement where contributors centralize lived experience. Theoretical engagements are generated in relation and in dialogue with one another exploring collectivity, multiple points of entrance, and the living nature of critical theory. Readers gain familiarity with key concepts in queer thought, but also observe how these ideas can be navigated and negotiated in the social world. Queer Praxis serves as a model for queer relationality, enlisting transnational feminist, critical communication, and performance studies approaches to build dialogue across and through differing subjectivities.
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10. Queer/Love/Yawp: Meditation Aloud


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10. Queer/ Love/ Yawp: Meditation Aloud


Latin isn’t one of the romance languages, but it’s got tug (its vulgar form, after all, begat them), especially when one licks one’s lips and speaks.

Despite three years of seemingly endless rote at my all-boys Jesuit preparatory school in Baltimore, I can’t remember a single Latin declension. This is ironic, in a metonymic way. Myself not having been engaged during those years in any man-on-man declension (alas, the elusive genitive: I was not, in the biblical and biblically prohibitive sense, homo hominis, man of/in the man), yet at the same time strongly animated and constrained by whatever comprised the affective nether-realm of “The Love that Dare Not Speak Its Name,” circa 1987. Thus, speech mattered. Not only in the compensatory sense that I was a fucking loquacious Loyola boy, which happened to be the case, but, more to the point here, I got off on and emerged through not my own but other people’s sex narratives. I wish now I’d heard more, more directly, of the cacophony, my ears largely and limitedly attuned to slim acoustic shadows of the libidinal boom. I’ve never forgotten an exchange with my classmate Joe, the veritable clown, whose own undoubtedly compensatory sexualized logorrhea riveted me (naturally I blame him for the paltry “2” I received on the AP Latin exam: Virgil who?). Once amid a small circle between classes, Joe...

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