Maverick madwoman's amusing musings. Subtle and provocative like a coy Dutch woman guarding a dark secret…
My hand aimlessly glides along endless possibilities.
The vastness of rails forms the horizon of this warehouse-turned-pop up. Cheap fabrics with steep price tags are stacked in their thousands, the venue otherwise bare.
Women are my lifeline.*
I think myself fortunate to feel like I was born in the right skin; shade, nebular hair, inexistent leg gap, and all.
The one thing I have always been certain about in my life is that there would…
(written August 2016, originally appears in Open Pen 17, September 2016)
by Marianne Tatepo
