Call me a flâneur. I have been going to places alone and with an open mind and heart and meeting strangers as a hobby for much of my life. Recently I decided to integrate a main component of my events: radical love and acceptance, into these interactions. I enjoy leaving people better than I found them. Taylor happened to burst into the bathroom at my favourite dive bar while I was fixing my lip liner. She began gushing over me, and I noticed this appreciation of me - the swelling celebration of femininity between us - could be diverted back into her own self love. We spent some time in the mirror complimenting ourselves, and generally gushing. As a being of healing and a creature that radiates love, perhaps because I naturally love all creatures without judgement, I have grown to understand sometimes people fall into my path to gain love for themselves. Here is a gentle example of what we can do together in bathrooms
