I kinda like this thing with the misleading title and the completely unexpected content.
With that, I am referring to a love affair that came from being able to be my true, authentic self, one hundred percent.
It was a love affair that so many others didn't agree with because they've had bad experiences.
It was a love affair so grand because it contained, within it, a love affair.
My love affair with KL.
Capital city.
Until Mr. P happened, I wasn't anyone but myself!
And even when Mr. P happened, I was at least 50 percent myself. AT LEAST!
KL opened access to makeup, learning it in depth and being able to buy it without being looked at like I was a homeless man (I get judgmental looks all the time when I walk into high end beauty stores where I live and every sales assistant just assumes I know nothing about makeup!).
KL opened access to the gay community for me and elaborated to me how many things work.
KL opened access to friendship with so many types of people! Trans-people, gays, lesbians, bigots, zealots, artsy people, liberal people, and I am happy to have known each one of them!
KL opened access to all the wonderful things I have only read and heard about; I remember cooing and sighing in front of Prada KLCC!
KL was where I could wear my foundation, powder, blush, bronzer, kohl, chapstick and mascara and strut with my most prized possession at that time; a Padini tote.
KL was where I could find all the cheap makeup stuff I wanted! Cheap falsies by the bulk was my one favourite item!!!
KL was where I fell in love too...
Sigh I do miss you KL...
Love; J.
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