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“We know that we want to gather. All we have to find is the ceremony,” writes afro-feminist poet Alexis Pauline Gumbs The names that we use to say ourselves are sometimes our ceremonies: a name calls us, and we respond to its calling. It can be a rallying cry (“Not GAY as in Happy but QUEER as in Fuck You!”), but even the most riotous collectives, even the most reticent to identification run the risk, in naming themselves, the house-arrest of police hailing (“hey you, there!”) How to steer away from the traps of identity? Anglophone queer studies have elaborated the concept of disidentification to describe the fugitive attempt to escape the police-made markings of identities. This text details the political stakes of this refusal to identifiy and the potential alliances it invites.