Love to me is, like I don’t think about it as romantic love, um, to me love is inherently politic and actually a really radical thing. Inherently political in terms of like a moment of love and how you would enact or express it. Lately I’ve been thinking about in what ways I see love in a moment that other people might not. Something people might be interpreting as rage or anger and I’m thinking a lot about how much love has to do with emotions or states of mind that we don’t typically in like the dominant narrative define it that way. When I think about love being political that’s just because I understand everything to be political, and you know, just because of how the world is structured and how our existence whether it’s like joy, happiness, sadness it’s usually predicated upon a lot of other things that we’re interconnected to that we don’t think about or realize so that’s what I mean by political and I think that enacting or feeling love, especially given how difficult and unequal and violent the world is, doing that is a very political thing and making that choice and experiencing and feeling love in spite of all the other things that are happening and going on, you know what I mean?
Or like in spite of trauma, or like whatever else. In many ways it comes naturally because I think that people’s, human’s propensity to love or be happy, is a very natural state but at the same time the opposite of that is natural. Sadness, pain… so it’s not like I have to work really hard to feel love, or think, or to let love in, or to act or behave in ways that show love but sometimes when I’m feeling overwhelmed or like, even just thinking about how difficult life is under capitalism and under patriarchy, feeling and pursuing love in spite of all that is a really radical act, so, that’s what it means for me.