Alright, leftist queers tired of our own community, jaded with neoliberalism, and at a loss for what to center: this book is our starting point. 

It isn't perfect by any means, but it's not meant to be. It doesn't have to be. It has a few typos, and the poems in between the essays didn't always feel necessary or original, but the essays themselves include some of the best, most honest, most nuanced descriptions of and problems with queer community, and yet this book does not abandon us.

There is hope. We can love without faith. There is justice without violence (there has to be). We can trust each other, even when we can't. In a community defined by trauma and shame, there might be a future. As the world ends, let's hope we choose love.