I've got this new friend who is unbelievably cool. It's a real barrier to the friendship cause they're like "I am sick and don't have much energy but please just come round my house any time!" And I'm like "they can't possibly mean that. they're a beautiful androgynous anarchist educator, artist, and DJ with dark eyes and wild hair. They're just being nice." so I don't actually call round but then they'll invite me to a trance set they're doing in an old man bar with their Estonian co-DJ or a 1920s dance hall social dance/performance piece about patriarchy in post-civil war ireland, and I'm like. Ok I guess they think of me when I'm not around. Even though they have a septum piercing and live in a thatched cottage with their dog who speaks only Irish.
