“It Started on My Hands,” by Sona Lea Dombourian
Aug 20th, 2022 | By Defenestration
It started on my hands, but I gave it no mind since I’d always had sensitivities. Food, dander, dust—people. They gave me the hives. Especially women. You could ignore men. Even act like they didn’t exist. Females were a different species, though. If you didn’t breathe, think, feel women, you had a condition.