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A Simple Make-up Routine (or Maybe She’s Born with It)

Dedication: to Institutionalization, which makes all of man ugly and insecure and susceptible to “tutorials”; to the brave women who live under patriarchy, which conditions you to see yourself and others like the separate compartments of a make-up palette; and to diversity, which says there is no such thing as the unwanted square – in fact, there is no such thing as a blemish. L. Hughes: “What … Continue reading A Simple Make-up Routine (or Maybe She’s Born with It)

Cupid Would Like to See You in the Garden

I hate love. No, that’s not accurate – I hate romance. There is something patently absurd about the idea and the person of Eros. I hate the mysticism that my culture has attached to romantic love, and the prioritizing of it over and above the other loves. I hate that a woman (or man, but more so a woman) can be accomplished and proud and … Continue reading Cupid Would Like to See You in the Garden

Go See Simba and Tell Him…

Mufasa: “Remember who you are…” Langston Hughes: “They will see how beautiful I am and be ashamed.” “Hey ho the boatmen row, sailing on the river, on the Ohio…” Go See Simba: A Eulogy, for a forcibly discarded version of me: I’m sorry I didn’t know you. I’m sorry I didn’t even know to look. I’m sorry I didn’t hear your voice while you were … Continue reading Go See Simba and Tell Him…

Building the Profile: Intake Interview

Miracle Max: “There’s a difference between being mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive.” Tubman: “…I can’t seem to get there no-how. I can’t seem to get over that line.” Frost: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.” Question 1: How did you meet yourself? It was a question really of custody. The principals had argued back and forth about transfer points, … Continue reading Building the Profile: Intake Interview

There Is No Spoon (or Tacks, Splinters and Bare Places)

Frost: “Whose woods these are, I think I know…” Marvell: “Had we but world enough and time…” Child Bending Spoons: “That’s impossible. Instead only try to realize the truth:” There Is No Spoon (or Tacks, Splinters and Bare Places) Sometimes I pause upon the stair I face a life that isn’t there Its ruins haunt me every day I wish I wish they’d go away … Continue reading There Is No Spoon (or Tacks, Splinters and Bare Places)