My Scalpel and My Strap-On: Why Both Are Instruments of Healing
The fire inside me doesn’t give a damn what I’m holding—scalpel in my hand, strap-on on my hips, guitar slung across my chest—every tool becomes an extension of my refusal
The fire inside me doesn’t give a damn what I’m holding—scalpel in my hand, strap-on on my hips, guitar slung across my chest—every tool becomes an extension of my refusal