On Beauty

On Beauty

I didn't teach myself to apply makeup or look beautiful until I was 25 years old. I did it because I was sick. I wanted control over my outside appearance while everything inside was crumbling.

What I discovered was that the more feminine I presented myself, the more masculine became the men who presented themselves to me. I grew accustomed to that. Addicted. Not in particular to the thick black wing across my eyelids or to hard biceps, but to the dichotomy.

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The Unexpected

The Unexpected

On Details

On Details