Host: Reflections on Disease, Domesticity, and Decorum

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Yarns about the body spun in the nucleus of the expanded biotechnological apparatus. Virtually none of it is true but all of it is real.

Excerpt from Host: Reflections on Disease, Domesticity, and Decorum

...I was tall for my age, and I was wearing heels, so I had to lean over to peer through the window of the front door to see the curb where I normally waited for the school bus with Harley. But it was 93 degrees with 93% humidity, and I had just spent an hour meticulously straightening my hair with a hot iron. I couldn’t risk exposing myself to the elements. And I wasn’t in the mood to meet Harley’s latest snuff porn review with polite indifference. So, I watched for the bus from the civility of our air-conditioned foyer, which my mom and I jokingly pronounced FAW-YAY with a combination of snooty affectation and exaggerated Southern drawl...

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