Torino Mischief Edition
With a rainbow fan, Harry played coy,
Penis-joked in Italian with joy,
Then dropped to his knees
With the greatest of ease ...
That poor guard — Louis, come get your boy!
Commander In Chief Edition
A president made a playlist
Of summer songs not to be missed.
The state of the union?
Hobama’s resuming—
Ba-Barack digs the tune with raw fish.
I came home at 5 am with an adrenaline rush and tears still running down my face after hours since the concert ended.
I spent two days singing my heart out with a person that I've followed for the past eleven years, a person that created a safe space for every person in the room, a person that makes others and myself happy.
Bologna was just as magical as Turin, maybe just a tiny bit more because I've experienced the concert with my long distance best friend. It's incredible how we met through Harry and then, seven years later, we were singing together with him.
I've waited three years to see Harry again and I will never thank him enough for entering my life, making it better. And most importantly, I will never find the right words to thank him for saving my life and turning me into the person I am today.
The past two days were the happiest I've ever been.
It's cheesy, but I don't know where I'd be without him.