braiding tender_square i am with a woman who wears a knee-length bridal gown. the dress is lace with scalloped edges. the woman’s hair is long and beautiful, with varying strands of hay and strawberry. i am trying to give her a french braid as she wears her veil. i’ve never been very good at this hairstyle. she permits me to primp her hair while she lays supine, face up like a doll. she has cherry stained lips. she is very beautiful, striking to see. i flip through a photo series of costumes worn at weddings. the first two images are of women dressing for the seventies with aviators and terry cloth rompers, like they’re charlie’s angels. the rest of the pictures are of men dressing like famous druggies, such as jim morrison, or comedic buffoons. as i continue to skim, i am offended that these men don’t seem to be taking the ritual of a wedding seriously and all the symbolism it entails; it’s not halloween. 230627 what's it to you? who go blather from