The Final Selfies - Part II

The Last, Last Ones

Orangerie Selfie ft. Christopher Cartmill. 2019.

 And just like that, we are at our end. Who would have thought that these selfies would carry me on this journey of bloggery?

Potsdam. You could have killed me but, alas, you did not. I did not think I would need sunscreen but, alas I did. I really thought that would do the trick but, alas, it did not.

Even though I got burnt, I still as able to enjoy the beauty of Sans Souci. It was truly enormous. It blows my mind to think that those grounds were somebody's backyard.

Hearing about Frederick the Great's past, his lover, and his pain was very powerful. It's rare that I hear something about queer history that I don't already know. The way that I cope with uncertainty or fear or any emotions that we humans usually seek to avoid is by researching it until it no longer hurts. That's what I did when I first began discovering my own queerness. I know a lot because I have been uncertain and scared a lot. So, it's always such a joy to learn something new that I hadn't dug up in moments of weakness.

Hauptbanhof Photobooth Headshot. 2019.

 How funny that my first "professional" headshot was taken in a photo booth in a train station in Berlin.

The night before, I received an email that my piece had been accepted. The next morning I received an email requesting a headshot. Where in the world was I going to get a headshot in GERMANY? I certainly could not use the photo I had brought to every college audition. Long hair. Baby face. Next to a tree. Braces.

I remembered the photo booth that I had taken a photo in for 1 Euro. In the Berlin Hauptbanhof train station. I wiggled into my black turtleneck, and applied some concealer to my hormonal acne. Cute.
In my old-ass Birkenstoccks, I shuffled into the tiny vestibule and slipped in 2 Euro to the machine. And, behold, my iconic first headshot.

The Look of Frustration on Eurowings Flight 1112. 2019.

Flying internationally sucks. I had only slept two hours (hardly) the night before due to a heavy rain storm that had several of us trapped in the cafe at Schaubuhnne. I also had not eaten anything except a bagel before seeing Richard III and continued this fast until I arrived home (over 24 hours later). Long story short, I was a mess.