• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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Four months, four women

We've all got something on our mind, but we aren't all oppressed. You'd never know that from what you see here, though. Cocooned in a peach colored womb of self-indulgent woe, veiled double blind by ethnocentricity and paternalism, trapped in defiant disapprobation, androgyny rendered undesirable, blindfolded, an object without a subject, no one, no thing, no reason for the audience, let alone the victim, to condemn. Yet we must risk our voice against this blindness.