The last chapters of the book coalesce into thunder and lightning. I've been generally meandering through the work, agreeing here, disagreeing there. Then wham it all comes together.
Hocquenghem wrestles with various details about attempts at radical homosexuality in the 70s. His words are dated, his comments speaking to a highly fragmented queer community that seems very different from today (no duh, I know).
However, he hates how many scripts he responds to even as he tries to radicalize. He laughs at the radical community and how distant it is from its supposed goals (reducing phallocentric power, embracing embodied desire, and many others). Hocquenghem argues that homosexuality is tied to heterosexuality because of its vehement opposition (which always serves to entangle, not distinguish).
Ho, how he hates this. The French can hate and so poetically. He hates it all but while laughing. He dreams of impossible configurations of desire that can be truly ahistorical (that is to say futurist). He goes on that it is impossible for anyone to fully experience their sexual identity, since it is always already inherited from others.
He says some outright dumb things in this book as he tries to imagine such a world. But I admire his vision for trying to imagine it with such earnest frustration.
Here is one of dozens of passages I was tempted to write up:
"Power is not something to be destroyed: that remains beyond our means. What we can do, however, is understand its mechanism and do everything possible to disrupt it. Whether we do this be overriding power isntead of censuring it, by working towards the generalized confusion of powers, by driving the rules of the game over the edge, we must always remember that thesee activities will continue to be exercises of power, nocturnal perhaps, but not the desired emergence of weakness between all men. Besides, at this point, it would be best if the senses could rip power away from sense. Then, we would onlt speak wails and cries, laughter and dancing, noise and music."
I'm left not with the sense that he was right in the specifics of what he said, but in the general.
I would not have read such a rare corner of writing if it wasn't for interlibrary loans and big thanks to this practice in general. This book felt more groundbreaking than much of the gay canon of critics I've read in the past. I don't think this book is for everyone but it did turn my world upside down.