The Theft of Feminism, or, Undoing a Hauntology of Privilege

Socialism without feminism is barbarism, the same cybernetic hierarchy of wretched Stalinist bullshit, leftist recuperation of capitalist infrastructure. Patriarchy, death knell of intersectionality, the ability to see beyond the fucking labour market, closed circuit of exchange and production … More The Theft of Feminism, or, Undoing a Hauntology of Privilege

Kill Yourself

Barbiturate is one of the few drugs capable of killing you painlessly, so of course the state has banned it. Instead we get paracetamol, a shitty over-the-counter painkiller that leaves you in pain for up to five days while your liver and kidneys shut down. Suicide prevention is a fucking joke. Secular appropriations of Christian … More Kill Yourself

Final Fantasy XV and the Absent Phallus

For thirteen hours, I have watched four cosmopolitan titans of men slide through the air like greasy hamburgers, limbs and torsos contorting awkwardly as enormous phallus-shaped weapons cleave through monsters and men alike. Ignis clicks his gloved fingers and a meal of bacon and eggs materialises. He sits silently as Noctis picks at it with … More Final Fantasy XV and the Absent Phallus

The Differend Deferred: Overcoming Silence through a Solidarity of Incomprehensibility

With whose tongue do I speak? This is the tongue that hails the world into being—constructs street from air, right from wrong, being from non-being. Foucault saw power in language—an organisation of knowledge confined … More The Differend Deferred: Overcoming Silence through a Solidarity of Incomprehensibility

The Spectre of Bond

A spectre is haunting Spectre—the spectre of James Bond. All the powers of reason have entered a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre, but it is a haunt that rests in the fabric of this franchise, a totalising essence that cannot be shaken, only stirred. It is apt we open with the out of context … More The Spectre of Bond