This is the room of my oppressed youth. I never had much say in how it was decorated. All these pictures were carefully arranged by my mother - I think of it as a shrine to the daughter she wishes she'd had, or the GIRL (I will never be a woman whom she respects) she fantasizes me to be. The closet, like every other closet in this house, is filled with her clothes. It doesn't take much for me to remember that she is, after all, totally out of her mind.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
pink room
This is the room of my oppressed youth. I never had much say in how it was decorated. All these pictures were carefully arranged by my mother - I think of it as a shrine to the daughter she wishes she'd had, or the GIRL (I will never be a woman whom she respects) she fantasizes me to be. The closet, like every other closet in this house, is filled with her clothes. It doesn't take much for me to remember that she is, after all, totally out of her mind.
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