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what to wear when…wrapped in words. fabric is her ink, her skin is stained with the smudges of old drafts. her body is a piece of text to be fallibly and furiously made and remade. a devotchka is a disguise is a discourse. the curve of a collar, the placement of lace - this is the only vocabulary she has with which to tell her story because her true self is a dead language that tongues trip over and mispronounce. she is both the author and the embodiment of her story, a tangible challenge or perhaps a plea for some cunning linguist to translate it correctly. metatexual becomes sexual and she’s a girl with commas in all the right places (requested by starksandrecreation).
post 59 of an infinity-part series
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The Avengers Cats