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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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02.21.09

Blushing reminds me of the blood under my skin. That I'm real. A creature of nature, not just of society. It's okay to make mistakes. To speak improperly. To trip over objects and bump into poles. Language and social acts have mutable and fluid histories and futures. Not all paths are clear or unobstructed, without distractions or limitations. It's okay to be embarrassed. To feel the hot flush of prickled nerves as veins accomplish, without ado, their natural functions. The imperfect act is not the sign of a dysfunctional mind or a renegade body. The dysfunction occurred with the separation between nature and culture, between mind and sensation.




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