WARREN, Melissa N. "On Loving an Anarchist"

When you’re traveling, sometimes the language barrier is only half the problem

Philosophy. Anarchist theories

The best kiss I’ve ever had was with an anarchist.
He was wearing a faded brown sweatshirt, the same uniform he had worn some two years before when I first met him in a small, Central American mountain town. Back then, David’s heavily hooded eyes had taken in my flowy skirt, hippie shirt and flip-flops with thinly veiled disgust.