Tillie is phenomenal, except when she does things like abandon home-made lesbian porn chessboards at your house which turn out to be nearly impossible to get rid of. Aside from that one thing, (which turned out to be pretty great anyway, as I held a successful Valentine's Day O-Face competition to get rid of it), I really appreciate Tilly. Once a shaved-head lesbian who wrote bad poetry, she's such a heavily blossoming human being now that it gives me hope for my body, for the wreckage of emotional scenery that surrounds it. If she had a job somewhere as a programmer, she would be the power-point perfect love interest for a Douglas Coupland character. She groans along with us at the more delightfully embarrassing habits she used to have, and it plucks out my hiding grin and shakes it in front of my face like a dusty rag.
This photo was taken at the Vancouver Folk Festival where she volunteers every year.