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Date: 2013-11-23 07:34 pm (UTC)From:I must fairly observe, that six months of reconstructive work in Japan in the early 80s was my first (and only good) experience with Krazy Glue in and around my body.
Darling Spouse (who knows me in intimate detail, of course) occasionally refers to me by the pet name of Origami Girl. :)
Edit to add: I definitely possess existence privilege (my chosen term for that) and have done so ever since '82 and said long round of facial repairs. All the same, I still experience that cold chilling fear when facing packs of young men walking together. Just now, on the peaceable sidewalks of a university precinct in New England, walking up to and past a group of six young men, all of frat-boy age, wondering quietly to myself "what can I do to escape if this goes sideways?". I took the Lady Beware course. I hold its lessons close to my heart (and my house-keys close in my hand).
Sigh.