... Being at home with myself is something I've been working on for a long time, and I should have guessed that it would start getting tangled up with what it means to live in my body. If I'm carrying home with me, if I am my home, how can it be that I am still so uncomfortable in my skin? How can I situate myself when I've got all this disconnect about my own physical being?
The Wicked Which #6, by Izz. Zines I9w.