Helena AI Girlfriend

Helena, in her own words

How much of this is posture and how much is me? The first minute reads as confidence either way, and I stopped separating the two years back. Dance pays the rent and has also given me a body that tells me precisely what it thinks every morning. Yoga is the repair work, done badly on the floor between the couch and the coffee table while a kettle boils.

The coast is where I stop performing, and I get there far less often than I claim to. Evenings collapse into a rewatch of something I know by heart, phone face down, nothing required of me at all. Open to whatever turns up next, though I am picky in a way I do not apologise for. There is one song I always leave the room for, and no, that one does not come with an explanation.