The vapour-containing techniques of masking up and keeping a six-foot distance from one another’s bodies might paradoxically prove to be wonderful popular primers not only in solidarity and epidemiological consciousness, but also therefore tenderness. And as we abolish the capitalist logic of work and obligatory enjoyment, we will instantiate the conditions of possibility for the collective turn-on. We will, as survivors of the old regime of sexual violence, design whole cities full of erotic biotic infrastructure; polymorphously perverse aquifers, multispecies library, dance halls that promote bliss and pleasure pavilions

To love sex is, necessarily, to enjoy cross-contaminations of human flesh. It is to throw one’s all, for that reason, into the collective tenderness of physical distancing, the technics of covering and disinfecting, the intimate care of masking up and wiping down that is required to keep one another well.