Not Your Average Love Letter

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’ve been thinking a lot about love. Though romance isn’t necessarily something I excel in, I do have a lot of love surrounding me on a daily basis. For this, I am immensely grateful. And no, I’m not just talking about the fact that Colbie has been cuddling with me almost every night (for those of you who don’t know, Colbie is the cat…). I’m talking about the fact that my world is filled with a group of people who truly are the loves of my life.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re all weird and awkward and trash BUT somehow we’re also fun, talented, and beautiful.

I’ve also been watching a lot of the new Queer Eye lately—and despite the fact that I’m 100% infatuated with Antoni who would rather bang it out with a dude than me—the show has inspired me to notice all of the unique, weird, and hilarious parts of each person in my ohana. It is these qualities that make me love you all.  

Whether we’re drooling over olympic men stripping for Cosmo or giggling at poop stories or being terrified of poop vacuums at OSL or downing Pimm's Cups in London (and accidentally spending $200 on a meal) or finding out at a bachelorette that strippers actually get FULLY NAKED or going full vacation mode with lava flows and mai tais at Jessica's wedding or dropping it low on the dance floor because "it's not like any of us are married or anything" or by squeezing into thrift shop jeans or hating each other at 6:00 AM spin classes or flashing each other at acrobatics classes or throwing accidental “ragers” (and ordering five extra pizzas) or not understanding a word of Korean at Hyun Ho's wedding but crying all the same 

OR going cross-eyed at Li Po lounge or "letting him cum on the door instead of me" or spending Tuesday watching Vanderpump Rules or feeling sexy wearing crocs in the desert or accidentally getting high and staring at candles in Target for an hour or driving 8 hours for a day-trip in Tahoe or eating Oreos in Big Sur or drinking whiskey in bathrobes in Colorado or hating every minute of rock climbing (but doing it anyway) or dancing to Fifth Harmony in my living room

OR taking sunrise walks at Ocean Beach or just sitting with each other and knowing we’ve always been together and will always be together — we’re the fucking bee’s knees and don’t you forget it!

Oh BITCH, I love you all. Who gave you permission to be such sexy baes???

Smooches, cuddles, booty bumps!