Beneficiary Revenge (or Get that Shit away from me)

Not in my name, not for my healing, not because you think I deserve justice and somehow you’re qualified to dole it out. I’m talking about revenge in behalf of others. How many people offer to break the legs of the guy who assaulted me? A few. Would it accomplish anything? No. When we see […]

Recovery & Catching Up

When you are in the middle of coping you forget all the things that you can do to make life run smoothly. It’ s four years post psychosis and a few years past the assaults and abusive relationship which followed. I remember in my early recovery that I read or heard in a podcast that […]

What is Glitterpunk?

Glitterpunk is loving without giving a fuck. Glitterpunk is dancing till your bones fall out then dragging a broken butterfly chair out into a standing only dance floor and rocking out more. Glitterpunk is a sex repulsed straight-edge demigirl dancing longer and harder during a festival than anyone else. Glitterpunk is a white guy connecting with […]

On Free Will & Influence

To be reducee to a series of reactions has compelling and problematic effects. Prediction gets in the way of choice. Provocation superseeds your autonomy. Energy drains prevent action.  As a writer, process interupted, sickness lingers.  As a lover, emotions stir, rise out. Our acts to troll are attempts to confine and control; ellude definition, break […]

Reverse Glorification

How much of dogma is currpted magik with pure intentions. To move backwards through the meanings of things like power and control, how do we claim it without purpetuating backwards that we know.  The world made me feel helpless, so I asked my lovers to also instill this feeling. It was a darkness that out […]

Privacy & Integration

For a while there, my own reflection on my Instagram page was what gave me hope. A selfie to celebrate waking up and a moment to bask in the glory of my gender fuckery when the mascara darkening  my cursed moustache was perfectly applied. Of course, this testament to my own hope was open because […]