an exploration on how we openly mourn what we’ve lost, what we might lose, and the inevitability of our demise
most cishet men answer “absolutely nothing,” but I’ve got you pegged, bois.
a friend of mine remarked how resilient and confident i appear-- the Leo rising roared it’s beautiful head as a colourful persona. their comments made me realise that it’s been a long time since i truly considered what others think of me. and that in the process of coming to terms with who i am, how i also learned how to be my own advocate.
i'm restructuring my offerings & "rebranding"
while honouring the pain of the past & present
what do i call them? culito? fwb? person i'm seeing? tell me!
from the archives, revisited
even with the sense of impending loss, love anyway.
the intersection of both as a form of relational healing
the vibes are very much not chill, bro
meditations on chronic illness + trauma
musings and ramblings as I traverse two states
community gatherings, events and i bought a domain!
lol sorry to those who loved s*bst4ck, but it sucks
how the fuck do i build these meaningful relationships amidst a late stage capitalist hellscape?
