I had moved to London, got a visa, an agency, and ditched commercial season in LA against the advice of my manager to be with a guy I was in love with. At least I’ve learned my lesson about never relying on men for anything.
Men were always wrong. Men were aggressors; men were rapists; men were stupid; men were obsessed with their penises; men were responsible for forcing my mother into a heterosexual marriage and motherhood.
I once dreamt that Common, the greatest bearded man currently walking the earth, declared his love for me armed with a Chanel handbag. I distinctively remember wanting to touch his beard before I grabbed the bag