"This Weeper reminds me of the beauty of discomfort. How do I identify? And who is my gender for? How much labelling and announcing of oneself is necessary when I will change my mind tomorrow?
I love the androgony of the Weeper here. They are glamourous misery. We don't know who they are, or why they weep. But it's beautiful and it's private.
(It's also giving me big Chappel Roan vibes.)"
