Sunday, March 29, 2015

The Gurlesque was born of black organza witch costumes and the sliver worn sequins mashed between scratchy pink tutu netting and velvet unicorn paintings and arena rock ballads and rainbow iron-on glitter decals and self mutilation and anorexia and bulimia and fight back and Renaissance Faires and teen sex and zines and cutting and Sassy and joy and ecstasy and abortion and The Pill and road kill and the punk shows and panties and incest and ice cream and rape and we mean this very seriously. No means no, asshole. And yes means yes. And girl means girl except when it doesn't, which is sometimes.

Fra Arielle Greenbergs forord til Gurlesque (2010). Mere her.

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