This week, we walk down King Street on a Friday night and go to a funk/jazz/trance fusion gig, all to try and see what men do when they get together in public. We close our eyes and find the same (giving) head movement in jazz and heavy metal. Tim brings a million year old shit to the recording for some reason, but smooths it over like the hem of his McQueen skirt. Melletios collects rocks from the tar pits of Marrickville, but fails to impress his friends. We settle on settler sexuality as a term that inscribes violence in the everyday desires of straight, bleached men. From Boston Dynamics to True Crime podcasts, we find violence as constitutive of the domestic. Why do we need to turn ourselves into property just to be seen and protected? And if you have read this far…go back to sleep, or if you are Michaela - wake up.