Burning out from my own expectations keeps beating my ass and I’m tired. This new body goes slow and so that’s that.
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.
In which I tell you how this fundraiser came to be, tell you where we’ve ended up, and discuss what happens next.