Sitting in a “Lacan” class that almost never touches Lacan.
Lots of vague clinical talk, almost no sentence-level reading, no context, no rigor.
It feels like ordering sashimi and being served lukewarm fish soup “inspired by Japan.”

I don’t want vibes. I want the text.

“In the nineteenth century two persons dictated the destiny of the twentieth century, Karl Marx and Sigmund Freud. Each … diagnosed the sickness of the western Judaeo-Christian cultures: Marx in terms of the alienated person in society; Freud, the person alienated from himself” (p. 9). —Masud Khan

#Queer here, is not just an identity. It’s a way of refusing to stay in one form.

I went back to Sun Wukong, Guanyin, Mulan, the Butterfly Lovers, and thought about what it means when a culture sustains ambiguity instead of resolving it: open.substack.com/pub/chinesep...

Wrote about the institutional vacuum in China, the commercialization of psychoanalytic training, and the colonial structure that produces endless credential accumulation. chinesepsychoanalyticscene.substack.com/p/psychoanal... #psychoanalysis

On not choosing a psychoanalytic school. The question was never “Which theory do you follow?”
It was always: What is your relationship to authority, desire, and the fear of disappearing? tapmagazine.org/all-articles... #psychoanalysis

A #trans #queer story about digital hauntings, almost-love, disappearing,
and the strange intimacy of someone who waits for you across years.

Rain, blue light, abandoned cities, unread messages.
A long echo. A long coming-back.

negotiatingwithmyghosts.substack.com/p/ghost-freq...

#transwriting

#Buddhism #psychoanalysis

New visual direction for my Substack: warm noise, broken lines, soft violence.
Here it is: negotiatingwithmyghosts.substack.com

Buddhist 惭愧 is not Western shame. One protects. One destroys. The distance between them is the difference between seeing clearly and punishing oneself for existing. open.substack.com/pub/chinesep... #Buddhism #psychoanalysis

Dealt with a major UK psychoanalytic publisher who couldn’t decide what to do with ‘they/them’ until the very last minute.

Gender apparently still breaks the whole machine…

The Withdrawn Ground: A small visual zine from the places where language falls apart, yet the body remembers. For anyone who has carried someone else’s hunger or lived inside someone else’s shame. joqiao.gumroad.com/l/the-withdr...