Caitlyn Jenner sure opened a can of gender-blending conversation bait this week…
And I live in Hollywood, where I see this stuff every day. Still, I have a few new favorite things that came out of this piece:
The photo. I love it. It’s hot.
This sentence (on looking around at the people at the Hollywood bar where I worked): I think Mad Max somehow got it on with the Black Swan, after which she laid a bunch of eggs when a lightning bolt sashayed down from the heavens to the tune of David Bowie’s “Life on Mars” and struck the nest, which ended up bursting into a mosh pit of flames and glitter and out came these night crawlers, subculturists and sexual free spirits in corsets on a Friday night, ready to disco down.
This truth: We’d all be better off if we didn’t try to change each other, or censor things, burn books, diminish a person’s experience as freakish or demented, spread lies or talk out of our asses. It’s all just rude.
Read it on elephant journal: