How Perfume Gives Me Peace in My Genderfluidity
There is no opposite to reconcile. I’ve been both bride and groom, loved and lived as both, since both lived in me.
Sites: The Journal of Contemporary French Studies
knownComing to My Senses: A Story of Perfume, Pleasure, and an Unlikely Bride
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Mishka Hoosen is a writer and researcher from Johannesburg in South Africa. Their work has appeared on the Ploughshares Blog, and in Bare Fiction, Plume, Illuminations, Rolling Stone South Africa, The Missing Slate, and others. They write extensively on perfume, madness, and the body. They are currently working on a novel, "Through Smoke", which will examine perfume as an embodiment of desire and remembrance in the postcolonial city.
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