Wild Woman

I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]

Self-Fashioning: The Impression

I envision the feminine experience and its many, delightfully (and often humorously) nuanced facets as being comprised of layers. Feeling pretty or wanting to be wanted, for example, are surface impressions, I believe, of much deeper phenomena. Indeed, the more I consider the experience of my own femininity as just that--as a series of impressions, [...]