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1 " ...If you are never to see yourself depicted... Not in story nor song nor poem nor painting nor prose... No shred of a tale by some distant kindred soul who saw and knew and felt then as you do now, and else another who loved and bore witness... Never see yourself except as crude caricature, mythical beast, or Magdalene penitent... You believe no other like you ever existed. You begin to wonder if you even exist at all. Unquiet women, defiant women--we live invisible lives, and if we are seen and seen by strangers, we are reduced to monsters. Vampires, who have no reflection in a looking glass. Mermaids, who die and become sea foam, blown away by the wind. We will take up and take back the tools to tell our stories as our own. Civilizations may rise and fall and rewrite the history of the dead, as so often they do. But we were here... and we lived, and loved, and mattered. "
― Marguerite Bennett , Insexts Vol. 2: the Necropolis
