A fragment from an ongoing project
What is this thing, a white boy, around whose desire the whole world is arranged?
In contemporary porn, desire is given material and visual substance: gallons of fake cum indicating that desire has happened, should have happened, has once somewhere happened. The desire of white boys: a crown, a halo; a mark of abjection; a mode of contamination; always already aftermath. Etc.
They were exemplary among the colonisers because they knew when to die. They knew how to suffer. They left the disaster of the heterosexual-industrial complex and penetrated into the heart of whiteness, where whiteness also penetrated them.
Still, they were part of the same colonising impulse; they only saved themselves from being damned by history because they went to an unpopulated wasteland and mostly never came back. They wrote thin letters to their wives. They held each other for warmth as they died of the cold and of themselves.
Though white boys have colonised desire, let’s momentarily imagine, almost as a joke, the viscous media of snow, cum and bodily decay as a tragic-utopian mediator. This substance both stands in for value as mediation and gestures vaguely towards a possible social arrangement that does not require value with its vast death-content to relate us to each other.