Strangers Like to Touch Me
When tattoos are interpreted as an invitation
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11 min readOct 18, 2019
Strangers like to touch me. It happens most in summer — a curious commuter lifting my skirt above my knee to look at the flowers on my thigh, a half-drunk man twisting my arm to get the perfect look at the bird on my wrist. It’s very rare that a person asks before reaching out, and it’s often in moments I’m otherwise distracted. When the…
