Embarrassing Subjects, Undisplayable Objects: Of Impossible Encounters Between Trans and Cis That Have Nonetheless Taken Place
The photographs are low-resolution because they were taken carelessly. The ambition to capture the objects was quickly deflated by how embarrassing they were, by the certainty that no one else would find them meaningful. And that, in any case, to justify their display would necessitate the telling of too intimate a story. A T-girl’s story.
A what? A T-girl’s story.
The photographs were taken on the fly, right before the objects were disposed of, either because a house was to be made vacant, or because one’s parents were about to visit.
Hide every sign that could point to the T-girl.
Parents snoop. They rummage through. Like lovers. Parents are the only lovers we actually know.
The photographs are grainy, ugly, and badly lit, because the photographer could not be completely convinced it was worth taking them. All she knew is that they incarnated an intimacy that she would like to believe actually took place. Even though no one other than the ones involved – the T-girl and her lover – would ever learn about it.
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