The weather permits minimal clothing, and I'm taking full advantage. I feel incredibly comfortable in my own skin, which is kind of new for me.
Scraps of white satin and lace - left over from lining my wedding album - hang on the closet door beside my very brown dress. The petticoats and veil lie huddled below it like fluffy white roadkill.
I feel light and liberated.
Tuesday, May 6
For The Time Being...
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Fluffy white roadkill sprinkled with rice in a church where a wedding has been lives in a dream.
im just a stranger that just happened to stop by through an acquaintance's blog, and i am neither feminist or gay, but i must say your project is very inspirational and artistic to say the least. congrats and wish you the best
I wish I was there!!!
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