Androgynous black and white photography. Need I say more?
Beyonce goes on about "if she was a boy" but my problem seems to be more not knowing how to be "a girl". Though I would love to be rescued I can't wait around for a hero, I'd get bored just waiting, and I have too much of an imagination to not find a way to get out into the world and seek adventure. That's not the role the girl's supposed to play. The girl is supposed to be the man's last reward after he'd gone out in the world and made his mark and earned his riches, and although I consider myself quite the catch I'm no one's congratulatory prize at the end of the day, I always want a prize of my own. This competitive streak has cost me quite a lot in "romantic" terms but I ain't ready to give up the ghost just yet. Somewhere out there there's a guy who can keep up, even dare I dream it, overtake me, then I'd finally feel like I'd been "won" fair and square and I'd hang up my wandering shoes. For about two seconds. See... No good at being "a girl"...
"Cat Among the Pigeons"
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