I was once a different version of myself. I was a child and then a young adult in a conservative, Christian community. Existing in that environment required morphing and shrinking in ways that I find painful to think about now. But one thing I could never fully deny was my interest in sex, that thing Garth Greenwell calls a dense and complicated act of “self-making.” My doomed attempts not to think about sex became a way of thinking about it often, of keeping on the periphery of my awareness both my interest and the threats that lay within it—namely, my kinks and my queerness.
So it is no accident that writing ...



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