[She] was gone
so long that I knew only telling myself
this story kept [her] here.
Perhaps I made [her] up,
a golem of memory
multiplied by desire. But what else
was memory except desire
to understand a perfect afternoon?

Ander Monson, from “Man as Map in Retreat Seeks Brightness” The Book of Scented Things: 100 Contemporary Poems about Perfume, ed. Jehanne Dubrow and Lindsay Lusby (Literary House Press, 2014)

Shitty liberal culture tells us to be blind to differences amongst people, and stupid romance myths tell us love is blind. But for folks who have radical politics and recognize that identity is a major vector of privilege and oppression, we know that love and sex and culture are not blind to difference, but rather that difference plays a major role in sex and romance and family structure.
—  Dean Spade, “For Lovers and Fighters” in We Don’t Need Another Wave: Dispatches from the Next Generation of Feminists, ed. Melody Berger (2006).