How to heal this rupture everywhere? How to remember and re-enact for a coming justice not yet here? If there is one thing to take from Black Lives Matter, it is that we are the living dead transmigrants of black ghosts and white … More “Am I Next?” Black Lives Matter, Jouissance and the Apocalypse of White Desire
Lost in the circuit of digital connections, my head swims vacant, adrift in a web too vast to comprehend. Utopia has always been a hermeneutic horizon for me, not in the sense of somehow being met, but rather, as an ever elusive … More Disassembling Bodies in the Hyperreal Imaginary: Towards a Solidarity of Impotency
Born into colonial Aotearoa, I had no right to my heritage. It had been defined three hundred years ago, by an expert panel of British imperialists, who’d divided the world by civility and barbarism. Socialised white, the mock of genetics wrote itself on my skin. At age six, the kids at school climbed the fence … More This lack is not my own.
Freud would have a heyday if he were alive now to see millions of brofucks castrating their own dicks in the digital guillotine of the iPhone. Through the externalisation of the symbolic father, we’ve wreaked havoc on the world—violently inscribed all men as predatory, all women as victims, and all non-binaries as non-existent … More Fuck Your Phallic Economy
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