This was supposed to be an annoyed/exasperated/weary emotion...I think it ended up looking a little too pretty for my intentions. I am frequently found in this position, reading until my brain falls out. Reading Freud and dead Frenchmen and prominent gay/lesbian/transgender scholars, mostly. Lots of theory. Lots, and lots, of theory. Sometimes I just smile and nod at these pages, not comprehending a word.
Word.
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