Love and I have had a challenging year. We thought we knew each other, would be together forever. But this year, we’ve had extended periods of just not talking.
Perhaps it’s just that I like stories of marginalised women … Or perhaps it’s just its hilarious portrayal of lesbian sex. Either way, I’m happy.
Hope. Optimism. The silver lining. I need a positive vision of what I’m aiming for, otherwise I’m blindly fumbling about, making crap decisions, feeling like the world is against me and feeding a cycle of depression.
Disco is about celebrating the highs of life – and finding strength through the lows. It is pure exuberance and joy.
I’m not sure what made me happiest: whether it was the food being so incredibly awesome, catching up with an old friend, or sharing food with someone who was just as enthusiastic as I was about our carnivore’s delight menu.
Hardy little things they are; they can survive without water for very long periods, take a bump or two, and bring a zen zing to any room.