Do you have pattern/printed tights in this store; “We don’t sell those in here.”
Or, the normality of unstability; forever reinventing one’s self four times a year.
Or, what’s in the actual time normal.
Stranger; “Is this real leather.”
Me; “You like it. It’s made of genuine human skin.”
How to ward off the robber; buy yourself many pairs of long sleeved turtleneck shirts. It’s a pleasure. Enjoy. End.
The Western normalized custom of skin-showing, empowering isn’t it, but for how long until you catch yourself self-shaming; “What was I thinking.”
No bra—à l’aise quoi.