Holly Horn

Stories from Holly Horn


This essay uses the lens of Marxist dialectical historical materialism and Gramscian cultural theory to examine the differences and development of relationship organizing styles. Specific focus is given to economic modes of production, the function of the models within society, and hegemonic cultural norms influencing attitudes and ideas about these models. I will argue that the relationship structures individuals pursue are resultant from their social conditioning and the material conditions that they have to work with (which, as Marx and Gramsci would point out, are very much intertwined). The essay will be divided into three essential parts: 1). Contemporary and historical dominate relationship organizing styles,  2). Contemporary forms of ethical non monogamy (ENM), 3). Why ethical non monogamy might be increasing in practice and popularity.  

Sunflowers and Ivory Towers (Slam Poem)

I became a revolutionary the moment I walked out the door

I was wearing a black dress with sunflowers and met every stare

With a “what are you fucking staring for”

Every sideways glance with a lance to the chest

And every sly comment with a comet

Hurtling straight through every bigots breasts

As I sit, anguishing in my broken disguise,

And these men walk amongst me calling me friend,

I know that the peel back of these emaciated barricades

would lead to the utter destruction of my face.


As long as I am here, I:

Will see them break against every aspect of my being.

Will see them berate people like me.

Will know the statistics should I be uncovered.

Will hear the things that, in mixed company, would not be uttered.

Will be called a name that I long burned away;

For Joe Hill and Joan Baez


It was Joe Hill, who never died,
Shot by firing squad for leading strikes.
A man without money, land, or claim
He led us against the Starvation Army brigade.
Songs to the tune of a hymnal prayer
About union scabs and preacher’s long hair.


“I won’t be found dead in Utah, I swear.”

“Don’t mourn, organize!”
They shouted from hilltops
And from factory lines.

The Wobblies wrote ballads
To remember and praise

If you went to Wells Fargo at noon on March ninth

You were mistaken to think you should fear for your life

You see, the protesters there were within their rights

It’s the bankers and shareholders whom you should fight



The 20-foot banner did boldly confide

To any of the masses willing to hear

Let me tell you why it’s the bank that you should fear


On top of finding out that they open false accounts,

And charge poor people ridiculous amounts,