Erotic Justice

We all start with fire in our bellies. Marches. Slogans. A sense of right and wrong that feels so clear it hurts.

But Erotic justice, real justice, asks for something deeper than outrage. It asks for intimacy.

It asks us to stay in the room when we’re tired, to care even about things like budgets, logistics, the slow grind of real change. It asks us to grow up without hardening. To hold love in one hand and discipline in the other. To be fierce, but not cruel.

That’s a different kind of activism—one that doesn’t burn out, because it’s rooted in the body.  In care. In connection. In a willingness to feel the whole thing, all the way through.

The Erotic changes the world by how it loves it.

Read more in my book The Purple Manifesto