come on, meet me on the dance floor
The music goes on
The music goes on
The music goes on
The music goes on

I am on the same page as Bollen when he considers the dance floor as space where
relations between memory and content, self and other, become inextricably intertwined.

- Jose Muñoz in Cruising Utopia, 2009
Cruising Utopia (2009) so far - Chapter Three
by AR

If Heidegger is the philosopher of Being,
and Bloch is the philosopher of the Not-Yet,
then Derrida is, in many ways, the philosopher of the No-Longer.

But a "no-longer" that keeps returning.

This is why Muñoz is able to bring Bloch and Derrida together in such a compelling way:

—from Bloch comes the future;
—from Derrida comes the ghost.

And the result is almost a formula for Cruising Utopia:

the queer future is inhabited by the ghosts of past possibilities.
Confused by the spectacle around me
Allen Ginsberg
A photograph
Shows you in a London
room; books, a painting,
your smile

James Schuyler
Roland Barthes wrote that the mark of the utopian is the quotidian.
- Jose Muñoz in Cruising Utopia, 2009
I suggest that holding queerness in a sort of ontologically humble state, under
a conceptual grid in which we do not claim to always already know queerness in the world, potentially staves off the ossifying effects of neoliberal
ideology and the degradation of politics brought about by representations
of queerness in contemporary popular culture.

- Jose Muñoz in Cruising Utopia, 2009
the thing-that-is-not-yet-imagined
- alain badiou
Queerness is not quite here; it is, 
in the language of Italian philosopher Giorgio Agamben, a potentiality.

- Jose Muñoz in Cruising Utopia, 2009
How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art
Renee Vivien
I will plant companionship thick as trees.
Walt Whitman
I’ve forgotten the way a body feels.
I’ve forgotten the way my body 
         in its loneliest midnights             didn’t devour the light  that touched it.

Moni Garcia
Freud intuiu que o processo civilizador, que tem muitos ganhos, poderia acabar domesticando tanto o ser humano que ele perderia até mesmo o interesse pelo sexo.

- Luiz Felipe Pondé em Linhas Cruzadas, 04/06/2026