๐๐ ๐ท๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ๐ป๐ช๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ป๐ธ๐ถ๐ช ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฟ๐ช๐ท๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ช. Vroclav taught me two things: to hide beautifully and dream so loudly that the glasses were trembling. I was born in the wrong body, not with the name and not in the world where people like me could simply exist without explanation. I had to grow my universe - with vanilla candles, podcasts about serial killers behind a cup of ice tea (yes, even in February) and skin care rituals, which are more important to me than any meditation. Webcam? Yes, this is strange. But you know what is even weird? Work in an office where you are called "he" and are waiting for you to be silent. Here - I decide. I can be gentle, impudent, funny or tired. I can discuss a โreal detectiveโ or suddenly start telling how, at the age of fifteen, I ran away to the cemetery to watch a โscreamโ with a friend. And I can just be silent, if I really want to.
๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ?
โถ My ten layers of a moisturizing mask before bedtime.
โท The moments when the viewer suddenly says something so real that the screen ceases to be a barrier.
โธ Dreams of California, where I will once have breakfast Avocado in the garden of some kind of dear sinner.
Turns Off
๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ?
โถ When they pretend that Trans* is a fetish, not my usual life.
โท Hot tea (crime against taste).
โธ People without a sense of humor.
I am the one who repains the hair after every failure, believes in ghosts and searches in this world where you can finally exhale. If you are interested - let's look together.
