She gave me this photocopy of a picture of her before she left.
I think it was taken in Australia, but I can’t be sure.
She was into flamboyant dressing and when she hit town at night, what she wore always took immaculate planning. She expressed herself with unusual items to wear, from net stockings to little woolen hats. When I knew her, she was into heavy eyeliner, mascara and glitter pencil.
I admired her guts to express herself that way and took to more expressive clothes when taken under her wing. Dressing up with her to go to a party almost felt like getting ready for fancy dress.
Man, she rocked so hard!
For the laugh, she called her friends (warning!) “cunts”. That was her term of endearment.
_{Edit: that first cheer was given before I added the last two sentences, hehe}