tbh the only reason I look forward to my birthday anymore is because I get to update this fantasy I have of a future scenario when I’m 72 and have been a famous rock star for many decades. I sit at an interview for a tv-show and they start talking about how much sex I have. because everyone knows I get laid a lot, I boast all the time, they’re like “hey hanna, how do you keep up your libido at 72! everyone wants to know your secrets, so do I”. and the tabloids have been going crazy about how much I seem to be getting laid, in like the past week only!! I laugh along with the audience for a bit, wink confidently at the camera and slowly turn my head back to the host “well, funny you would ask that, daniel radcliffe, the truth is that it just comes with age for me! you know, I didn’t actually lose my virginity until I was //insert new age here//”. and daniel goes “what! I’d never have guessed that you lost it that late??”, cue the audience sounding very disbelieving.
and every birthday (so far) I get to update it to my new age. so yeah it’s a lot of fun