“It all smelled like beauty products, that anonymous female scent that we rub onto ourselves to blend into a wet, aggregate femininity, to smell like a person but not like any person in particular.” — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share Image
“Why can't you just let people have their own inner lives, as long as they're doing pretty much what they're supposed to with their… — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share Image
“It seemed as though, being the only two people in this small, closed-in space, we couldn't help but have a relationship, and if we… — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share Image
“B and I were both petite, pale, and prone to sunburn. We had dark hair, pointy chins, and skinny wrists; we wore size six shoes. If you reduced each of us to a list of adjectives, we’d come out nearly equivalent. My boyfriend, C, said this was why I liked her so much, why we spent so much time together.… — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share
“B used to have Disney princess hair, hair with a life and directionality of its own, separate from the movements of its host body.… — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share Image
“It was C who made sure that we saw each other no more than three days a week, the length of a long weekend… — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share Image
“We can live in a house with a roof and a kitchen, surrounded by neighborhood. We'll both get jobs. We'll never talk about them.… — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share Image
“A woman’s body never really belongs to herself. As an infant, my body was my mother’s, a detachable extension of her own, a digestive… — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share Image
“It all smelled like beauty products, that anonymous female scent that we rub onto ourselves to blend into a wet, aggregate femininity, to smell… — Alexandra Kleeman Copy Share Image
