For a long time, I assumed my experience with attraction was typical. I felt desire. I had crushes. I hooked up, flirted, fantasized. It all looked close enough to what I saw around me that I didn’t question it too deeply. But something always felt a little… off. Not in a *dramatic*, something-is-broken way—just a…
for the love of the wicked wails
I didn’t grow up a live music person. Sure, I’d been to a few concerts, even some big-name ones, but I never really got it. That magic people talked about—the near-religious experience of seeing a band play live? I figured it was just something I wasn’t wired to feel. Until one fateful night in Dublin……