I think your eyes throw back the light in ways the windows in this room were not built to handle. Your cheekbones line your face in shadows that flicker whenever your mouth moves. And your lips arch and tumble into a calculus of impossible curves.
I would like to capture these things on film, or to try. I would like to make you this proposal: may I take your picture?
Do Ask, Don’t Kill I wish our queer organisations worked to end war instead of for my right to be out while I kill or am killed in one. It may be a civil right to be in the military but it’s a human right to be free from illegal wars. Assimilation =/= Liberation
