Friday, Feb 29:
I am dressed like a word I can't say.
This is a sociopoliticocultural act. I am shifting the paradigm, appropriating its power. I am subverting the patriarchal objectification of women. Owning my sexuality
and
I am wearing a costume. I love costumes!
The pants are bikini-low-slung and fit like tights. When I move, the pschedelic patterns woven into the fabric shift and shimmer. The top is red: close-fitting and boat-necked, long-sleeved, modest as usual ...
to the end of my breastbone. Then the fabric parts, sloping sharply away to long tails in the back.
Picture this: When I am dancing close embrace, you see the modest back. Then the embrace opens: Surprise!
I am not subverting the paradigm. I am giving it panache.
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2 comments:
panache??? please...
on the Scoville Heat Scale... I'm giving it a 75,000 rating...
somewhere between Cayenne and Habanero...
Wow! Someday when you are old and gray, you will remember when you wore that outfit and it will bring a big smile to your face.
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