I think about this autobiography more times than I can count. It’s not just a coming of age story about queerness but a look into the not-so-glamorous side of French society. The working class Northern France area is largely ignored and this was a portrait into the types of people who live there too.
I’m in my 30’s and I still can’t get the hang of this. I race a razor around my face like it’s trying to catch a bus.
Never shave when you’re in a hurry and don't shave like your competing in a time trial.
I love hanging with my friends and family but nothing’s as chill as chilling by yourself. I saw this lonely muffin at an A&W and its isolation chamber made me jealous.
