If the human coil is but a can of Beenee Weenees...
Are stories not the beenees?
Are words not my weenees?

Essays/Blog
'Notes From Inside The Bubble'
for LADYGUNN Magazine
I found myself on the ‘right side of things.ʼ By way of my big move to Los Angeles and career amongst a widely diverse artistic community and subsequent friend group, I found a home within the “good bubble.” An echo chamber, sure, but at least it was the sweet sounds of indie-R&B- grind-core-post-romantic-but-mostly-salacious music AND egalitarian musings that lulled me to sleep at night in my makeshift commune.
Then came 2020.
The center has not only NOT held, it has fucking caved into unforeseeable depths. Much like the sinkholes that remind me of my home state of Florida – that it too is a hotbed of the apocalypse. And well, with the retreat of any semblance of center went my comfortable grasp on social equality. Not understanding was the easy part. The uncomfortable task has been reckoning with my own contribution to the injustice...

A Few Iterations of Joan of Arc
The piece focuses on a few different women, some real, some imagined. Not so much as articles in the defense of my argument of the sacred, but fodder for the consideration of reincarnation and other un-answerable questions…
What is more un-malleable than instinct? And what brand of instinct is deeper than a mother’s?
Is love something a boy should aim to defeat? If so, can it be beaten?
Did John, the Duke of Bedford really believe Joan of Arc held supernatural powers? Do we?
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