Was late to The Logic of Misogyny, but it came to me just in time. In defence my experiences of embodiment despite:

I began trying to draw again. My eventual blank space. My apparent lack of commitment to myself as spoken by Victoria college of art:

Love this: seen on the bus.

Trying to revive a beloved plant

My little drawing

Blood and mess Jackie hey

I fell out of the bus apologising to my sister but held onto my library book

My coffee cup from the bestest I’m sorry my stupid name is falling at last Iranda not that stupid 1950s movie based on a story of a peodophile No

Visual included

I drew this

Kingsville clouds parted wind finally settled. Not sure when she turns bloody though