Why do I love to be depressed? Why is there a thrill when I feel deep sadness over simply existing? It’s almost like heroin, the warm inviting embrace is hard to say no to once you’ve tried it, who cares if you have to cut off everyone in your life to enjoy it? It feels so good
When I listen to rhythm nation I like to I’m a gay man in the 80s who knows today is his last day before the aids gets him and his only dream is do DANCE