Living in the media’s diatribe of what community means? Chelsie Blackwell dissects the false narrative that community needs to look like the perfect group of friends on your favorite sitcom. Read more in, “The Fable if Hollywood’s Friends” @chelsie.bee | Art by @bernadettemariestudio #bernadettemarie 
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Christy - Waterfall, Los Angeles (A), (H) & (F), 1988 Ph. Herb Ritts

“My wife passed away last January. We’d been married for 62 years. You caught me at a time when I’ve been thinking a lot about love because I’m reading Shakespeare’s sonnets. The definition of love is elusive, which is why we write about it endlessly. Even Shakespeare couldn’t touch it. All the greatest love stories just seem to be about physical attraction. Romeo and Juliet didn’t know ifthey liked the same books or movies. It was just physical. After 62 years, it becomes something different entirely. My wife used to say: ‘We are one.’ And believe me, she was not the type of person to overstate something. Now that she’s gone, I realize how right she was. So much of our lives were linked. We were very physical and affectionate. But we also shared every ritual of our life. I miss her every time I leave a movie and can’t ask for her opinion. Or every time I go to a restaurant and can’t give her a taste of my chicken. I miss her most at night. We got in bed together at the same time every night.”

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