03-23-2013, 12:28 PM
I have many gay friends. Grew up in the 80's in night clubs. I would see my confused pre-teen friends agry at love and love to be misunderstood. I do not know why I see a drag prostitute in love with hating her/himself. Incomprendido la libertà . Magnifico. Now the title of "Complexion" seems to work for me just fine...
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I read your post after posting my reply/comment... We seem to have an intersecting thought here. We see the same person.
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(03-23-2013, 06:13 AM)softlyfalling Wrote: My first image was of a little girl playing dress up and marching around in the rain puddles in an act of childish defiance. (and I liked her) But, wow..she grew up fast and hard in the next few lines. Why do I still sense her, inside of the woman she shelters in? I think it may be the near tantrum proportions of the defiance, the unkempt anger and the need to justify herself with literary references. I still like her.
I read your post after posting my reply/comment... We seem to have an intersecting thought here. We see the same person.