"... the orange man's demonstrative ugliness somehow ironically masks the high-fructose aspirations that that global gangster, Capital, animates in all our breasts, albeit to different degrees.
The temptation of the ethically inclined is thus to rise above this ever-expanding sewer of lust, and nurture what is considered wholesome or 'pure' in us instead. But this would be a negative and puritanical form of reaction, and would, in its way, 'let the terrorists win'. We must not succumb, either personally or publicly, to a pernicious and life-negating desiraphobia (which can, perversely, provide its own inverted simulation of erotic pleasure, without any of the sustenance). We must not retreat into defensive postures and emotional austerities. Old powerful white men do not care about your well-meaning composting drives, your progressive book clubs, your neo-Calvinist sublimations, or your libidinal austerity measures. They are not threatened by your politically nuanced sanctimony, for the simple reason that craven heedless hedonism will always triumph against it, so long as these are the bleak alternatives on offer. Instead, we should fight the corrupt pleasures with compassionate bliss bombs. (Com-passion being a form of collective affective intensity.) We must crash and sabotage the bunga bunga party. We must crash and sabotage the Eyes Wide Shut Orgy, in order to improvise less exclusive (and far more exotic) forms of sensual sociality."
Dominic Pettman, Peak Libido - Sex, Ecology and the Collapse of Desire (2021)