day 28

Women are the most feral people I know. And that’s just a fact. Sometimes it can feel like my body is this uncontainable thing that I’m constantly trying to put restraints on, to smell good, feel soft, hairless, motionless, quiet, smooth like a strange seal statue that’s lost its ability to clap. Women’s bodies are these leaky vessels: periods, discharge, sweat, tears, the occasional accidental shart and I really, truly revel in it.