Burning out from my own expectations keeps beating my ass and I’m tired. This new body goes slow and so that’s that.
Musings from my porch in Chicago that ask: am I good at hosting happiness? Am I the right shape to hold onto the life that I want? What noise do I make when I get knocked around?
a conversation about survival, archival, and the intimacy found and lost when you grow up in the public eye.
the making of @ismatu.gwendolyn (or, on loving myself enough to want to remember all of this).
Ushering in Season 2 of Threadings. with notes on my the orbit of my personhood.