Beside my comments on Facebook sits this uncommon face, and it’s caused quite a ruckus.
Many have outright questioned it, while some like my aunt, beg me to change it back. Another friend was provoked to rant on about how she is the only one in her house of men who ever cleans the goddamn toilet!!
Though I was looking forward to changing my profile back to the soft, impressionistic image of myself from my baby sister’s wedding, apparently the toilet bowl has a purpose.
For now, we are one and the same; and there’s something freeing in that.
to be continued…
Kelly Salasin, Easter 2012