This is rediculous. I have fallen in love with someone I don’t know, will never meet and will probably never speak to. I have a girlfriend but I am obsessed with another woman. A stranger. A model. An artist. An activist. A beauty infront of me with so much soul and energy that I can’t stop thinking about her. What does she do? Where does she go? What does she feel?
Its fucking torture and I never thought I’d admit this. If you knew me personally it might be obvious who it is, but I am too shy to reveal it to you and her. She is everything I want to be and everything I seek in a person. I wish I knew her at least as a person in my world, in my life, in my circle. This is bordeline obsession. I bet she gets this from everyone “Oh my God, I love you, can we meet up, can we talk, I admire you so much blah blah blah”. I just respect her work so so much, and her art is fantastic. She has such a different perspective on life and what it means. Her opinions on gender and what it means to be in love with someone and what it means to be a certain sex is so inspiring.
Fuck my life. All I can do is watch and read and be a “supporter” of her work and life. I wish I could be her friend.
“No, what I want is for you to write FUCK ME on your chest. And then I want you to walk out that door and I want you to walk down the street and anybody that wants to fuck you, say sure, no problem. And when they do, you have to say thank you very much and make sure that you have a smile on your face and then you stupid fucking coward, you’re going to know what it feels like to be a woman.”—Jenny from the L Word (via darkwithinlight)