How do we as Black people resist our overdetermined targeting for incarceration? What are the possibilities for catching ourselves and each other before we fall by the wayside or slip through the system’s cracks? This story of a community member helping a friend resist being disappeared by the medical system seeks to offer us a footpath.

The aestheticisation of white queerness and its limitations, held against the glimmering and hopeful potential held by Black queer community in allowing growth and freedom.

If an absence of queer antagonism is only possible when queer lived experience reflects the monogamous, nuclear family, then an absence of queer antagonism is impossible.  If to be queer is encompassed in name alone, then to be queer in behaviour is to be further marginalised.

In the midst of the coronavirus pandemic, our social feeds have been inundated with images of distressed Black bodies. The knee of the state (exercising its usual lethal force) was once again spreading across the internet like wildfire.