(con)sensual f(r)iction
I don’t stand up for myself. You’re probably thinking I mean I let people walk all over me, I’m quiet, I’m passive, I have no self-respect. And if you know me personally, you’re probably thinking that doesn’t sound much like me. But there it is: I don’t stand up for myself. Today I checked on…
While at A-Camp, I started writing about the people I met. Little snippets of something that had happened would pop into my head. I didn’t know what the point of them was, just that I had to write them all down. Every story I am about to tell you is true. They may be slightly embellished for…
I attended A-Camp this past weekend, and there I met a Siren. This is a poem about our meeting. I heard a Siren sing today And all the world stood still To see the light shine coffee and cream upon her skin I felt the moment everything +++Stopped And the current pulled me in…
2016 was not easy. I started the year intentionally unemployed. I’d spent three years working in an environment that had driven me to the point of suicide, and I was so mentally unstable that I couldn’t work. I’d spent the better part of 2015 playing video games and writing fanfiction. I rang in the new…