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Book Review: Testo Junkie (Beatriz Preciado)

I have a book review of Beatriz Preciado’s Testo Junkie: Sex, Drugs and Biopolitics in the Pharmacopornographic Era in the next issue of Women & Performance: a journal of feminist theory. Here is a digital version to peruse–be sure to read the whole issue … Continue reading

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From the Bookshelf: Beatriz Preciado, Testo Junkie

Beatriz Preciado, Testo Junkie: Sex, Drugs and Biopolitics in the Pharmacopornographic Era, trans. by Bruce Benderson (New York: Feminist Press, 2013). I eagerly awaited the English translation of Beatriz Preciado’s intoxicating volume that blends high-theory biopolitical diagrammatics with a piercing bio-technical-auto-fiction … Continue reading

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Love, Not Actually

Surprise: the end of semester has signaled a return to reading psychoanalysis (isn’t it the perpetual return?) and in particular a return to the problem of thinking love.  I’ve been reading across texts authored both by practitioners and theorists of … Continue reading

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Ironic, Awkward, Flat: Genres of Endurance in Late Liberalism (From the TV Archive)

Television is a machine that entrains sociality through genre as habituation to certain modes of endurance in the otherwise painfully unbearable intimacy and inadequacy of the everyday in late liberalism.  The TV archive, here, is not flippant, nor even only … Continue reading

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Late Summer; Topographies and Intimacy in the Ordinary

We are drawn to genres for a multiplicity of reasons.  Melodrama, for instance, provides an affective and narrative jolt that, in intensifying and simplifying the grounds of having a life, can make us feel like something is finally happening, something … Continue reading

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My Nosebleed, or a Certain Kind of Loneliness

I awoke this morning to a nosebleed in progress.  For the first time since around age 11, the fantasy of the body-as-container was interrupted by a short flow of blood.  I was immediately pulled toward depth psychology: if myself at … Continue reading

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