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Prosies - Inside/Outside
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June 19, 2002 My life has become compartmentalized. This is where I write about one thing; my journal is where I write about another. I talk with my therapist about a third. I write about paganism someplace else. I write about my food issues in yet another place. I've discovered bona fide live radio broadcasts -- don't know what took me so long -- and half my head is in a swirl of dub 'n bass. This is something else that has developed: I am femme. Completely. My fingernails are covered in red, the same color as on my toes. My hair is flipped out in "the style" — the one all the actresses on sit-coms and soap operas are wearing. I'm in a tight, sleeveless top and long, billowy pants. I have on high-heeled boots. Someone told me I look like Farrah Fawcett today, which is pushing it but might not be as far from the truth as it was a few years ago.
How is it that our insides can be so different from our outsides?
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