As I hold her hand, I am committed to an extension of my physicality that has equal amounts of
dependence and loneliness. I am literally bringing her with me as much as she’s pulling me the other way. But this goes unnoticed as we both commit to speeding past pedestrians and social labels alike. There’s a positional leash between us – but it does not create any tension in our hands. Her sweaty palm -> an extra flavor to my touch. And so in just holding my partner’s hand I must orient my body a certain way: facing the same direction, standing a certain distance next to her, and letting my hand be put into a certain situation: Casual sex – no commitments – Sephora stores and coffee shops – Pennsylvania State and correctional facilities. All of this without intensive acts of intentionality.