lately, I get to say “see you at home” to B as we part ways at rehearsal, on the street, at a coffeeshop. this delight at a promise of return (in the morning, eggs, his music from the shower, evening, outside, a smoke before bed) is fulfilling some kind of domestic fantasy i didn’t know i had.

to return, queerly, newly, beginning again and again. “Orientations are about how we begin, how we proceed from here.” (Ahmed)