Is laughing at your trauma jokes a love language? We get meta on every episode but this one’s for those of us who like to open our friends' fridges and fall asleep on their floors and furniture after eating their food and flirting! We talk about our models for intimacy and realize language is what showed us our hearts. We bring honor to the intimate spaces we’ve been a part of. Who or what are your guiding stars when it comes to intimacy of any kind? Who reminds you of intimacy in your own ecosystem and how can you tenderly connect today? Write to us amores, we welcome ballads at 2localfruit@gmail.com. Our invitation to healing poetry this week is brought to you by Angel Nafis, with “Ode to Shea Butter”. Remember, rhythm over time!
appetizerz:
The shared solo in I Care at Beychella
Hanif in the middle of the goddamn theater
the feast:
They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us by Hanif Abdurraquib
All About Love: New Visions (Love Song to the Nation) by bell hooks
Your furniture is not gonna fucking teach you how to Dougie.
como la flor & sabor a mi by Jasper Bones
after party:
Fran Tirado with the bath selfies
Love poem to a butch woman, deborah a miranda
Mystic Soul: Queer Witchy Conference Where Pao got the Words
