It is precisely at times such as these, when we live with the possibility of unthinkable destruction, that people are likely to become dangerously crazy about sexuality.

—Gayle Rubin, 19841

As Covid-19 began to unfold, I found myself confronted with an identity crisis. After nearly a decade of dating queer-identifying people, I entered a partnership with an ostensibly straight cisgender man. Up to this moment I had thought of myself as loosely affiliated with the label “bisexual,” but I often used the term “queer” as a way to signal my disinterest in occupying normative space.2 Yet, as a cisgender woman dating a cisgender man, a seemingly “normative” partnership was precisely the location I began to occupy at the beginning of 2020.

The wider context of the pandemic forced a shrinking of worlds and a return to the domestic. In my location of Melbourne, Australia, lockdown escalated a sense...

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