“Damn, what must a woman do? / (Shame and isolation, crippled with lust)” wow Héloïse thats…….. a truly fat mood youve got right there………. the epitome of relatable lyrics………….. im shook…….. dare i say……………. kin

(…)

I’m forever what’s-her-face

Eyes closed and fast pace

It was hard to remember

So my name became a slur

A more-or-less giving a faint strum

Singing for sure, singing for none

And that is why tonight I won’t come

And that is why tonight I won’t come

Their beads had ringing appeal

If i’m not sick that’s how I feel

See the dreamer, she’s out to be found

Seek the dreamer, she’s out to be found

It’s been years since that playground

It’s been years since that playground

(…)

– Chris and The Queens, “What’s-her-face”

pretty amazing how Chris and the Queens’ two albums resonated with my own experiences like… Chaleur humaine was peak depressed nonbinary/trans boy battling with childhood sexual trauma me and Chris is like… hello my gender is lesbian and i have a lot of unprocessed anger