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A Graffiti Artist Named Dog

Posted by melaniehamlett on September 18, 2013

(New York, NY)

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Two years ago I visited Lyon for the first time, spent those 4 days with the man I ended up dating long distance for a year, and watched these same fireworks from a rooftop with him and a bunch of cool French people I met. I fell in love with this city in those four days. But especially that night. I knew I wanted to live here I just needed to figure out how. This time last year I broke up with that dude cuz I realized I loved France more than he loved me and that what I really wanted was to be in Lyon, not with him. So I left spain and came here with no friends, not knowing the language, no plan, and a newly dead dad and broke up with the only human being I knew in France. I’ve never felt so alone, but that despair and desperation made me work tirelessly to build the community and life i wanted here. One year later I am more in love with this city than ever and have a community and home I love and even made my first phone call in all French the other day and they actually understood what the fuck I was saying. Huge language breakthrough. I have never clicked with a place quite the way I immediately clicked with Lyon. So I guess I’m dating Lyon cuz that’s my one true love haha.

They said I’d be totally unfuckable after 40 but I’ve never felt so sexy in my life or had so many beautiful dudes hit on me. The patriarchy lies, y’all. Especially women’s magazines and commercials that try to sell you this lie to make you buy shit. They can fuck right on off with that nonsense.

Despite being a tomboy and frequently feeling more like a dude than a woman and having a hard time even relating to a lot of women on so many things, I would be utterly lost without my girls. Women are my first priority when I move somewhere no matter what. I work hard to find good women I trust and relate to and care deeply about and it always always pays off in spades. They are my everything and girls nights out are an essential part of self care and happiness for me. These are only a few of the amazing women I’ve found in Lyon. They (and all y’all who have been close gal pals of mine) keep me centered and feed my soul in a way no romantic relationship has or ever will. I will be a golden girl probably in old age, either with a bunch of women or gay men or a combo.

I am taking mini break from social media right now cuz I got deadlines and I’m exhausted from life stuff (all good things) but goddamn this is too good not to share. Poor delusional man doesn’t understand that if anyone should get paid, it’s me haha.

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