Ok. So we finally got over how clever we were and said something worthwhile. Well, actually WE didn’t say anything, Yiddyalbe said it. She described, more or less articulately, virtual desire. As a lesbian who enjoyed cyber-sex with men, she aptly performs (a vulgar version of) nomadic desire. Yiddyalbe undermined and reasserted her identity simultaneously. Repressed fantasy? Maybe. A straight girl in disguise? Never a possibility. Here, the virtual body is transgressive and resistant. It’s a network of chaotic desires that don’t properly root themselves, but don’t self-destruct either. These desires play themselves out as a Nietzschean yes, a positivity, a virtuality. (Oh god, did I just write that? Ok. I don’t really know what I’m talking about… I just get so carried away when we get it right—it almost never happens).