Serving in Dystopia

A belated, highly personal reaction to the U.S. presidential election. 

When it comes to romantic partners, I love with submission.

Submission feels hard right now, because love feels hard right now. In fact, it feels almost impossible.

To be so tender, so vulnerable, feels like the most dangerous thing.

To open your heart when liberty, privacy and life itself seem uncertain– who has the strength for that?

But we must love. If we do not love each other, if we do not come together, we truly have nothing.

It might sound cheesy, but if you don’t believe it, you’re a fool.

So I must love, and that means I must serve. I must submit. I must stay open. And I must be patient.

Because god, I want a collar on my neck now more badly than ever. I yearn to be locked into something solid, that will let me know, with every moment, that I am loved.

But it’s not time yet. There is no guarantee that time will come.

In any case, it’s more important, now than ever, to have faith in intangible things.

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