the fabulous life of a queer femme in action
That is of course complete and utter bullshit. In my opinion life starts at thirty. Everything before that is just a test drive through landscapes of confusion, stress and crap with the occassional stop at an amusent park where you ride the emotional rollercoaster. Or you stop to have a drink from the “been there, done that and now I think I know it all”-fountain of delusion.
I didn’t really grow into my face or mind until I was about 32. Before that I was stuck in some kind of baby-face mentality with the looks to go with it. My bread wasn’t “baked”, if you know what I mean. I thought that I had to have my whole future planned meticulously and if I stood there celebrating the day where I was about to enter the 4th decade of my life without knowing exactly who I was and what I wanted to do, I would be fucked. Luckily for us, an.schläge doesn’t think that life is over when you turn 30. The magazine still explores, plays with new ideas and isn’t afraid of the occassional change of image and style. It’s like a good Chianti that only gets more interesting with time. My only wish is that she could embrace her lesbian side a bit more. But on the other hand, one of my best friends had her coming out when she was 32, so I guess that if one waits for something good … Happy birthday you gorgeous thing! Here’s to another thirty years, honey!
Denice was smoke free for two whole months in 2006. Nowadays she inhales both life and Parisiennes with a passion.