I’m 30! What a time to be alive! I made it! Look at me go. I really don’t get worried about ageing, I am just so happy that I made it this far. It makes me proud for surviving and excited for whats to come. And I did it! 30 solar rotations. I lived, laughed, loved. I had my heart broken, I lost friends, I cried until I choked. I got blackout drunk more times than I can remember, I was rejected from art school, I almost drowned in quicksand. I built a home with the love of my life, made music with my sister, started hormones, got sober. I fucked wildly in so many places. I performed my ass off. I got naked, twirled fire, covered myself in my own piss; I sang and danced and poured my hear out. I grew my hair, I shaved my head. I tried, I failed, I succeeded. It makes me so emotional, to be so full with a life that I am so happy to be living. 

This months reflections are a special one since the last day of March is my birthday. Aires baby all grown up. I just got back from holidays, my first proper break since 2023, busy girl. Almost two weeks in the Canary Islands with my gorgeous families. I feel so blessed to be cared for so deeply by such wonderful people. My parents are amazing, so happy they shaped my worldview, my ethics, my attitude. They taught me to enjoy good times and good company, to take no shit, and that taking care of other people is one of life’s greatest gifts. My drag family are also precious. This time away was a rare and necessary moment to connect and luxuriate in our lives away from the hustle. 

Before going on holiday, I was hustling! As per bloody usual, spreadsheets and emails, songs, and stories, and slutty dancing. I love it. But by the end of the holiday I was ready to get back to work. I must be on the right path. On Easter Sunday is the birth of Tracey. What a divine timing for this transfigurative moment. Us tr@nnies are used to things being utterly transformed while staying completely the same, just like the christian myth of man made god which easter remembers. Of course the change from what was before can be unexpected and painful, but so is everything worth living for. Pain is a test to see if it’s worth it. And honey tracey is worth it. Our gal. Nothin like a couple of weeks away to get you good n pumped for a classic Berlin night out! 

Honestly this one feels naturally short n sweet. Im feeling profound, succinct, and I have a bowl edged in uncooked cake batter to lick. Happy birthday to me!