In this current season of queer women heralded by the likes of chappel roan and adrianne lenker, I think it is high time we all give a second look to my personal favorite Brooklyn-born lesbian whose only claim to fame was singing about boys when she was 17: lesley freaking gore
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
