Who am I?
I’m still trying to figure that out myself. Lots of phrases come to mind but I’m not sure if and how any of them accurately capture who I am…
I was a straight-A student turned high-school dropout. I ran off to NYC where I worked as a model, a photographer, a sound engineer, a voiceover artist, a bartender, and a waitress. I was part of the anti-globalization movement and the anarchist scene in New York for several years until the Green Scare convinced me to hide for a while. I ‘audited’ a few years’ worth of college from several prized institutions with the help of fake IDs that I created on Photoshop. I started a screen-printing business on a whim knowing little to nothing about the trade and have managed to (barely) feed myself with my art since 2005. I’m a lightning strike survivor and have been struggling with post-electrocution syndrome for twelve years now. I once worked for Dick Clark as well as Hillary Clinton and I’ve got nothing nice to say about either one of them. Ten years ago I moved cross-country on a moment’s notice and never looked back. I was a well-known homeless advocate and hell-raiser in Eugene, Oregon until I was forced to leave on account of my safety. In the summer of 2013 I started writing at the relentless urging of the founder of The Wild Hunt, and I’ve been trying very hard to take myself seriously as a writer ever since. A few years ago I started making pottery and found that I have a knack for it. To borrow a phrase from my dear friend and craft brother Sean Donahue, I’m a neurodivergent wild forest creature that is trying to reconcile that existence with living in a world that does not make much space for such a way of being.
Lately I’ve been trying my hand at political analysis. I’m an unapologetic autonomous Marxist feminist and a pretty damn good cook. I think that both Jesus and Lucifer get a bad rap. When I’m drunk or emotional I slip into a Brooklyn accent. I have an uncanny way with cats and rabbits. I have a sweet tooth that gets me into trouble. I can play the ukulele but I’m very much out of practice. I see dead people. My roots are from the East Coast but I never felt more at home than I did in Bretagne. I’ve recently discovered that roses are tasty. I co-founded Gods&Radicals but I don’t drive that bus. I’m a bit of a shut-in but I’m trying to change that. I wear my heart on my sleeve only because I know no other way. My possessions and my cat are currently residing on illegally occupied Chinook territory that white settlers renamed Portland, Oregon but I’m currently living in Rennes, France. I’m still very much trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
But I’m also not a big fan of labels, so while all of the above is relevant, I try not to let any of it exclusively define me.