Was talking the other day with someone and the topic of happy places came up. Like, places you have a good memory of that you can go back to if you feel down. I couldn’t imagine a happy place at that moment but I just figured out my happy place.

It’s a public natural swimming pool made in a river in a tiny village in the Provence, France. I went there for my first holiday with my girlfriend when we were not even two months together. We met and we just felt like going on a three week trip together through France. Never went to France before and never went camping before. So we went camping in this small village in the Provence and I had the time of my life really. That specific pool deserves to be my happy place.

How about you guys?

  • Ratette (she/her)
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    1 year ago

    Hetero-cisnormativity when it just suffocates you gets really exhausting.

    Are you at the stage of queer where you just sigh and roll your eyes if anything remotely “straight” happens around you?