Somehow, a group of people I met six weeks prior changed my definition of home. They flipped it upside down, shook it around, rearranged it, rotated it ninety degrees. It was awful and wonderful and exciting and nerve-wracking and everything in between. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
All artists subject themselves to the public light once they are famous, it’s part of the unwritten rules that come with the spotlight. Some may argue, they subject themselves to this form of abuse by just existing, but online fan culture has brought parasocial relationships to an entirely new level.
We rely on the chance of love. The chance you’ll find the one during your morning bagel trip. Or maybe that’s just me.
In the face of this pandemic that claimed the lives of over five million people, a biography asking questions about the meaning of life is exactly what we need right now.
I didn’t even know women could masturbate until I watched the first season of Sex Education when I was 16.