It’s a special moment, When the Æther burns in hot sulfurous fury and new language is forged in the fire of fun and fuckery, a nickname will only stick if it speaks a part of the person into reality upon its evocation.

My bestie recently started dating an absolute fucking gem of a man, a music teacher for disabled kids who also volunteers in his free time to help with weekend and afterschooln programs for disadvantaged youth in the city he grew up in, An absolute gold plated soul, the man is a classic archetype of “Gentle Giant”, a big man with a big Afro that looks always juuuuust on the verge of floating off his head, crowning a face that wears a smile more naturally than many I’ve ever seen.

Names Louis (the French way),

I’m planning a Suprise birthday ambush for my bestie he’s dating, so I’m texting our mutual friends back and forth, and completely unprompted I referred to him as ’ Louis-XIV" ’ (because according to my friend the only thing bigger than his heart is his 🫢).

And I think it’s going to stick.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.