In my last post, I made a statement about the issues that can arise when sex is so tethered to the body that we miss the corporeality of it all. I was proved wrong by Instagram. Ever since I can recall, I’ve had a hair growing from between my breasts. It is wispy and white, almost translucent. It grows longer, and once plucked it returns quicker, than any other hair on my body. The soil must be fertile there; my sweat a heady well for quenching.
I’m impressed Instagram (of all places) was found to be a bevy of normality.