My most loveliest friend from my dance days messaged me and I want to cry. Because I miss this person soo, sooooo much but haven't seen him in so long I worried he forgot me, and every time he posts something I rattle on to anyone who will listen about how this man embodies the divine feminine, about how much I miss hugging him, about how he's my dad's age but the COMPLETE OPPOSITE in the best way.
He exudes love and art in all he does. He is beyond emotionally mature. He's a role model. He handles every situation with such grace. If you saw him on the street you might think he's a crazy eccentric, but if you know him, you realize this is the sanest healthiest most fabulous living human being you've ever known, with a heart of gold. You only meet one of him in a lifetime. In many lifetimes.
It's silly for me to think he forgot me, because we practiced at his house all the time before he was evicted and moved away, and I just always adored him to death. He's the gay artist friend everyone needs. Dramatic sigh. I need to get my shots so I can get back into regular contact with him, and a few other good and inspiring souls in the same circle.
That circle is the only one in which I never feel weird or out of place or judged, the music is always good and diverse, and everyone hugs and smiles and it feels wholesome and genuine. This is where I should be focusing my social energy, instead of complaining about people I don't even need to talk to. Because I already have a community that makes me happy. They're worth learning how to socialize again...
5:59 p.m. - 2022-02-16