in a way that seems natural, we understand our Free Love
its limits, its excess, its excuses, its radical queer politics, the 60s and 70s, its circulation and its jaded opulence, its feeling of the time, groping glow and after-hours practice, its private fence posts and its land distribution, its radically presumptive, wayward nature and voluptuous steady ways, its silly rascal,
wrapped up like candy
fed as light.
—Madeleine Mills, excerpt from we understand Free Love