It doesn't feel right to not acknowledge, to write something. Didn't you write a whole book about your grief? Yes, I did. But it will never be enough. I'll never write enough words to purge the amount of grief that lives inside me. It's regenerative. Every year I try to think of some way, some... Continue Reading →
Had an astral daytime slumber party with Leza Cantoral for the CLASH Media podcast this weekend. We talked about my novella, GLUE, mermaid hair/beards, Portland strip club aesthetics, biker culture, my dad's role in said culture, zines, Ladybox Books and a lot of other stuff! We had a great time chatting and probably could have... Continue Reading →
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