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“Doch reicht es, wenn ich in meinen romantischen Beziehungen oder Freund*innenschaften Verantwortung übernehme? Reicht es, wenn ich nur in diesen Verhältnissen daran interessiert bin, Machtgefälle und patriarchale Hierarchien zu beseitigen, aber außerhalb dieser Beziehungen anderer Menschen - insbesondere weibliche Personen, Lesb*innen und Queers - weiter erniedrige und ausbeute? Reicht es, wenn ich eine gute Freundin bin, aber eine unsolidarische Arbeitskollegin?”

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Book:Radikale Zärtlichkeit. Warum Liebe politisch ist
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