I realized in that moment that because it was called 'regular' and because my own father had used it around me my whole life and because it felt familiar and safe, that did not mean 'odorless'.
It would take another 30 years but now I realize that not only was I walking around with an 'artificial scent' that was invisible to me; I was also walking around with a racial, gender, and orientation 'scent' that I was so comfortable with (and that society effectively bathed me with), I just thought I was 'odorless'.
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