I think about fag face sometimes when a cock is in my mouth, or an ass is pressed against my head, or cum runs down my chin. That accusation, that claim that has been put upon my head by high school bullies, strangers, passers-by, college jokes, and now, experimental psychology units. A couple seconds, they read your head as a type of face, and then you’re “known.” All those sexual acts and styles of living become merely biological defects crystallized into a face. And it is a face to be corrected: with fag face, you can’t speak because you always have a cock in your mouth.

A previous iteration of this text appeared in Version, ed. Jordan Crandall, 2011.