The Schott Foundation has taken a new twist on love, and in their financial approach to supporting education, they have created a term for the kinds of urban areas that need their help. They call these places love cities. I just do not get it. Does this mean that love in Oakland is (fill in the blank). As opposed to love in Cleveland. Love institutionalized feels cold. Brooks: “The goal of love is to enhance the life of another.” Institutions are infamously terrible at this. Mainly because institutional validation is coming from other institutions. I am severely autistic. Normals love hugs. So I mask. And smile. And haha at jokes I do not understand. I do not believe in love. It’s something Normals do to reinforce their hold on power structures thusly they sell their shared power as a couple and not as individuals because they have sublimated that in favor of presenting their union as a single entity. That is not a criticism. It’s an observation. One that allows someone like me to find the nearest exit. I can convince myself that I do not belong there. Knowing and loving men was an overt hostility. I live very simply. Out of one bag. I cannot and do not participate in romantic love (I could probably fake it) because I do not trust homo sapiens in any way. Burned too many times. I no longer know gay men because I cannot afford it. I know Normals only because I have to. Love, whatever it is, leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I live in the woods. Alone. It is glorious.