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Magda wants me to write more, and it’s her birthday. What, then, could possibly make her more happy than me writing in my blog, on her birthday, about her? Possibly nothing.

Magda never judges me. On a warm night in March, we sat in Kalendar on College street, eating cake. Heartbroken and self-hating, I admitted that I hadn’t, couldn’t and wouldn’t learn from the same mistake I kept making. Magda worried, related and sympathized, but never rolled her eyes and told me to smarten up. Instead, she accepted me in this silly package I came in.

Magda owns her sexuality. While my values, attitudes and confidence fluctuate every day, Magda is open in a way that is exciting and empowering.

Magda inspires me to embrace the fact that I’m never going to be normal. I’m never going to think like most people, my life is going to go in strange directions, and I’m always going to be somewhat of a black sheep. I’m going to be confused and emotional, there’s no way around that. But Magda reminds me that being crazy, lost, and sometimes fucked up adds a richness to life that I’d never find if I wasn’t passionate and reckless.

Magda has convinced me that I’m talented and sexy more than any dude has been able to in the last year. She holds high standards for me, bullies me into showing my photographs, and tells me to write. She’s always pushing herself to create and leave a mark, so I couldn’t help but want to live up to her expectations.

Magda, happy birthday.