Let them men sink into their dreams
Let them men sleep
Let them make politics at day and close their eyes at night
Let them also fall asleep while they make politics
Maybe also politics should be allowed to dream and not to grow exhausted and irritated
Let them men scribble on paper while working on the phone
Let them scribble the house of their dreams, a partner of their free will
Let them men wear fancy suits and fancy dresses
Let them feel strong and soft
Strong and pretty.

The boardroom and the bedroom are not separate spaces
But connected chambers in the architecture of being.
Politics need not be divorced from dreaming;
Ambition need not exclude tenderness.
For what are we if not multitudes?
What is masculinity if not a canvas
Upon which each person might paint
Their unique vision of selfhood?