I think it’s important to destroy “big” notions like woman, homosexual…. Things are never that simple. When they’re reduced to black-white, male-female categories, there’s an ulterior motive, a binary-reductionist operation meant to subjugate them. For example, you cannot qualify a love univocally. Love in Proust is never specifically homosexual. It always has a schizoid, paranoid component, a becoming-plant, a becoming-woman, a becoming-music.
“Becoming-Woman,” Félix Guattari (via beetx) (via pensata) (via xxboy) (via genderqueer) (via cuntfetti) (via fuckyeahbisexuals)
Haaa. I love it when Guattari talks becoming-dirty. Mmm-hmm
