|(“Mùi Đu Đủ Xanh” by Sophia Terazawa|
Recognize strangers touching dead bodies as another kind of embrace, and the camera watches strangers sending bullets hugging strangers as voyeur, a drone kissing children in the field.
The fire takes it all. I’m tired. Are you?
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About Decolonizing Touch:
DECOLONIZING TOUCH is a monthly column about love and intimacy. If the revolution will not be televised, then the erotic, the heartbreaks, and interpersonal relationships most certainly will go unseen. But I believe that what happens in private is the most radical space of all. What does it mean to desire the Other? How does it feel to need the oppressor? I hope to answer these questions (and more) in my column.