Instead of a couple of times a week, it may only be once a week that I can manage to write something to share with you all. Writing is my true passion, and it is what brings me joy. I won't let responsibilities of growing older hinder the goals I have set out for this website, and myself.
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In the Midst of Chaos
When the world is on overdrive to destination insanity - do yourself a favor and wait for the next bus.
Waiting at the Bus Stop
While the earth feels like an over shaken snow globe on fire, I have been trying to rethink back to times when I felt the most connected to music when I was younger. Trying my best to remember times when music sucked me in so deep that I felt extremely connected to what I was listening to.
To the Books that Shaped Me
My yearning to be a writer stems from my love of storytelling and the stack of books I used to carry around with me that was always far too big for lil me to even carry down the stairs.
Music is Meditation
Poetry has always felt like meditation in a way, from my perspective. Words that paint a landscape for us if only just for a few stanzas.
To Do List: You
If you set goals for yourself in the age old “New Year, New Me” mindset - good for you. If you didn’t, eh no worries - I didn’t either. One thing I will propose you do after you finish reading this post is: think of one thing you promise to do that will be taking care of you this year - one thing that will leave you feeling happier, more loved, healthier, or better taken care of.
When I Thought I Was Punk
I could spare you all the trip down memory lane and just say go listen to the Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtrack (which you should do anyway) - but instead I’ll highlight some of the classics that had me laughing at imagining 13 year old angsty me rocking out to the following songs.
A Friend of Dorothy
One of my favorite things about myself is my Queerness - I am a friend of Dorothy, just like the other Queers before me.
Tis the Season for Movies
I suddenly realized something about myself in that moment that I felt like I had been suppressing for over two decades of my life - because I thought I only could have one choice. On the screen, I realized I loved this movie because I have a crush on this actress and maybe it was the tequila - but does this mean I’m gay? It was a lot to process: I was drunk, I was at my ex boyfriend’s house, and I was having this inner monologue. So what do I do? I went outside after it had just snowed, sat on his front step and looked above my head to a porch decorated in Christmas lights, and I just cried.
Holiday Music to My Ears
Through the years I've realized there are three kinds of people out there: 1. Ones that love Christmas music and will start playing it as soon as they possibly can. 2. Ones that tolerate it, but only when (and I mean ONLY when) Christmas is a few days away. 3. Ones that cringe at the sound of it.
