‘She’ is clinging and slimy, like wet satin. Adults wrap me in it at birth, stitch it on me like they stitched Peter Pan’s shadow, so that even when I can’t see it, everyone else does. It won’t come off, they silently tell me. Just get used to it. “Nobody To Wear: There is no skin that fits” a story about Mulan, Identity, and Gender.
Written by @vraik available on @popularium. Read the rest of the story here.
















