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9/11/19

9/11/19

This morning I woke for a brief moment as the sun rose and snapped a picture, half asleep, as I often do.  On the train, trying to articulate an uncanny quiet during the normally chaotic commuter hour, I wrote this:  I forget how much trauma […]

Making a Queer Witch

Making a Queer Witch

I created this queer witch symbol after seeing a variation of the idea on instagram. I also have a blank version of this tattooed on my arm as a marker of two parts of my identity. The form is taken from the triple moon symbol […]

10 Year “Challenge”

10 Year “Challenge”

For the past week our feeds have been filled with the aging challenge, usually marking 10 years. I know I’m supposed to post an old pic with an implied critique of my skin and overall aesthetic along with a deprecative comment on my eyebrows, but […]

New Pretties!

New Pretties!

Having so much fun working on this project! There will be four sides by the end, representing each element. The pupils are clear quartz and the it will be topped by an obsidian pyramid. Can’t wait to post the final piece <3

End/Begin

End/Begin

Here are some of the things I’ve been reflecting on as we move from 2018 to 2019. I don’t do resolutions, but I do take stock and decide what energies I want to welcome in the coming year, and what I want to leave behind. […]

Wearing Knitted Dreams

Wearing Knitted Dreams

A friend asked me to model their hand knit sweater, which would typically send me running for the fucking hills, but I’m trying to do more scary things, so I said yes. Turns out they are also a phenomenal photographer, and I was stunned to […]

Baby’s first stained glass

Baby’s first stained glass

She came out so far from perfect (just like me) but I love her!!! The Queer Witch Talisman.

Reflections on A Still Summer Day Without AC

I fan myself and it sounds like violence in my ear   Each puff like your sweaty breath dripping with rage and loathing of some unknown thing deep inside you that you search for deep inside me   Each angry stroke more desperate than the […]

Spring/Summer

(Spring)  Nothing caresses me but the wind (these days) It moves over me and I am silent and still (-Bliss-) ———- (Summer) There is a certain way The still dust Swirls In the sun When the door Opens

Carcass 

Carcass 

She is popping into my head lately (as she does this time of year). It always takes me a moment to realize why; that the anniversary is looming. I want her to visit. I want to talk to her. I hear “Another One Bites the […]