I am not either a person of the Confucian age (or even of a contemporary Confucian society) in possession of a set of testicles, or currently in a position of knowing if my work will be given a grand enough title to last longer than my own living memory.
At this point am I just desperately trying to make sure y’all know I’ve read The Iliad?
I found this text both swashbucklingly compelling and conversely utterly uninteresting.
As a person raised in a predominantly White, rural area in the Southern Hemisphere, notions of trustworthiness were taught via the parable of Moses and the Ten Commandments: thou shalt not steal, adult(er), kill, covet asses, etc.. But not as succinct as the Analects puts it – be trustworthy.
After neo-nazis smeared her front door with excrament, Lily Wurst fought back with the truth she felt she owed to the love of her life. Wurst revealed that the women she protected during WII weren’t just Jewish, they were also queer. And so was she. And so was her lover, Felice Schragenheim.
You can sacrificially burn the book after you’ve finished. But I personally am going to file it under ‘resources for outlining how straight men come to their privileged conclusions’.
Sip jasmine green tea in a quiet space while you explore this small but powerful little book.
It’s funny to think this book was printed in the year of the great Emu War of 1932 (no, really).