Femme Mixing: On an Erotics of Slowness and Its Wet Futures

Femme mixing¹ made itself known at the shared axes of searching for pleasure, my outpouring of lament, and my anger as I grappled with what I lost to the chaos of Ms. ’Rona, a colloquial term for COVID-19. At this time, femme mixing was my investment in the viscosity of what Lorde argues occurs when we do not, and perhaps cannot, turn from terror and unrest: we embrace the chaos of those axes of pleasure, lament, and anger, “which is Black which is creative which is fe[mme] which is dark which is rejected which is messy” (quoted in Morris 2002,