“Manifesto” in Cliterature

I’d like to write a little more about the things I want to do to you.

I’m writing this while I’m supposed to be writing something else, because I’ll always be supposed to be writing something else. For the rest of my life.

That’s exhausting to think about, somehow less exhausting to write down. Feels better to have it contained on the page. Although writing is also exhausting, and it’s exhausting to think about how much is left to be written—which, according to this writer Cixous I’ve been reading in my downtime (by which I mean reading when I should be doing something else), is almost everything.

About sex, specifically. And this manifesto of mine is about sex, specifically. But you already knew that.

“Almost everything has yet to be written.” I’ve learned not to rely on it being written for me.