Forking, naturally.
You go to Miami for many things, but intellect is not one of them.
It's a culture that values objects and the assumption of wealth over almost everything.
Not one of my favorite cities.
It's where I ate 'ice cream' as a kid who was lactose intolerant.
Daiquiri Ice was my jam.
La Carcacha
Tu Solo Tu
Amor Prohibido
El Toro Relajo
Family was fine. I was raised by intellectuals and artists.
Yes, they all know. They've known since the beginning.
There is nothing 'nice' about a racist.
Quit humanizing these assholes.
Learn to do it yourself. It's not difficult.
Understand the differences between developer strength and invest in good powdered bleach.
Touch up your roots bi-weekly and research what high-lift toner will work best to keep your hair free of orange tones. Use the Olaplex system (or the Sally's cheaper equivalent).
I'm a natural ginger who goes platinum frequently. My hair remains healthy. It takes work, but fuck if I'm going to pay a salon a ton of money to do it for me.
Sour candy.
Pickles/olives (salty stuff).
Flaming Hot Cheetos.
I'm honest, that's for sure.
I spent a considerable amount of time trying to be too many things to too many people. I was good at it, but it was fucking tiring and difficult to keep up. I knew that had to change if I wanted to keep working in this business.
Now, what you see is what you get.
I came out a little later in life, having spent a good deal of time dating/fucking girls. Not a gold-star gay here. Not even close.
Proud? I guess. It's not something I really wear on my sleeve, so it's neither here nor there when it comes to feeling 'proud' about being gay. It's a small part of my life, not my entire personality and reason for being.
Yes. I have a limit and a client group I tend to keep at specific numbers.
New clients for me are dependent on if I think we'll click.
I'm at a point in all of this of always wanting to enjoy my time and never having to feel like I'm working.
If this isn't fun, I'm not into it.
