There is no one quite like Helena Hann-Basquiat.
I feel lucky to count myself among her friends.
If you’ve been fortunate enough to play with her on Facebook, you no doubt have snort-laughed at her brilliant humor.
She knows everything there is to know about music.
She’s an incredible writer.
And…she’s a man.
Earlier this year, in a move that stunned the Internet, Helena revealed herself to be a man.
Guess what? Helena is still Helena. The man behind Helena, Ken, created and to this day, maintains, an enigmatic and unique character that I personally will never stop believing in. When I message Helena, I speak to Helena. THAT’S how brilliant of a storyteller she is. (He is.)
(Now I’m confusing myself. Whatever.)
Do yourself a favor. Read her book. I don’t pimp books often. I do this because I love her writing.
She’s provided us with an excerpt from her…