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 do 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. Until recently I lived in Portland, Oregon, but last summer I abandoned much of my life there and I am 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.