Today, we play*
*Birthdays for me, because I’m the luckiest sod alive, tend to plonk me in absolute disbelief at how many wonderful humans there are in my life. I know this of course on the daily, but it’s very rare that they all combine in one place because they’re a superior collection of scattered parts of my whirlwind life, who kindly like me enough to come along for the ride.
But for a while now, thanks to the most obscure, heartbreaking and more often than not hilarious circumstances, I have been rocking alongside the ultimate dream of a housemate who has been squaring up cancer in her own swag way – not with pity or sadness but by bringing the ultimate jokes and realness to our flat which is full of love, kindness and the real talk to end all real talk. Death, vaginal lube… we discuss shit (literally) that no human should have to discuss, but that’s the way life goes until this disease is kicked off the face of the planet.
This t-shirt is something she’s given me, a special collab between Whistles and Trekstock, who do amazing things for people affected by cancer. So I’m rocking this today alongside her as we both toast to another year on this earth. They like to tell you otherwise with those old patriarchal advertising ideals in which we need to buy every product ever to put a stop our lines, our greying hair, our sagging skin and our ticking biological clock, but getting old, my friends, is the ultimate privilege.
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