Notes on Erica Baum's "Card Catalogues"

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D— Or, how it is the thing they could all wear? It's a usual scene in movies, those mornings after, the boy waking up to a girl wearing his shirt. It's quickly becoming a common emblem of entering an other self, as an identity, perhaps as a gender. Getting under someone's skin.

Also: while we wear the shoes of an elder or superior or someone who came (and went) before (wear my father's shoes), we wear a shirt of a peer, an equal (of sorts), a beloved / drinking buddy needing a change of clothes after a replay night of beer and puke.

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A— in love with this idea. these but surface differences (or could be regarded as such), never so deeply ingrained as we suppose. at the same time . . . the fear of pulling from our buildings naked

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A— had this to think of while looking at the particular photo

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D— Yes. Viewing them in terms of the roles of our gendered selves in relationships,or how relationships gender us, provide us with the role to play (as had already been pointed out). A costume.

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A— wish to say yes to, underline, and italicize this

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