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or the im/possibility of language

A friend plays us a voicemail she recorded at 2am. She is still a little drunk on the recording and, empowered by such drunkenness to speak unself-consciously, language unspools from her like a thread. For a full unbroken minute, she is ranting about her boyfriend pretending to be bisexual for attention. We replay it three times. A full unbroken minute, not a moment of dead air. Each sentence dominoes and knocks square into the next: one line alleges cultural appropriation; another questions what this alleged bisexuality would mean for their relationship. Even as her voice buckles under the…

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