One of the reasons I hate living in an apartment is that as soon as you walk out of your nice, cozy, PRIVATE home, you’re in PUBLIC. The door is the only buffer. Contrast that to a house, where you have this nice buffer zone of a garage and a yard, and a street, more… Read More I didn’t wear makeup to go to my car; Stories of Adulthood
Dangerous. Subversive. Radical. Selfish. Sensual. Worldly. Evil. Shameful. Shameless. Foolish. All words used to describe feminism in my circles. Growing up, feminism was a bad word in my community. Church, family, and friends alike treated the word and people who identified with it as either criminally naive or just plain evil. It was in this… Read More Hello, I’m a Feminist.
It always surprises me how quickly a year goes by. Today, December 22, marks the one year anniversary of the day I came back from Korea. If you haven’t been around, I had an epic health meltdown that prompted my quick return, and this past year has been one of healing, discovery, and baby steps… Read More One Year Later
Ever since I was young, I’ve loved November. Though I also love October, and September, and all the -bers, really. The clue’s in the name. Ber. Brr. Cold. I am a child of wind and snow. I always attribute that to my birth in Seattle, but it goes farther than that. Like my pale skin… Read More Why Romanticize November?
Facebook status: Went to a museum today! Takashi Murakmi is so inspiring. His work is weird and wild and incredible. What I really mean: Went to a museum today to take pictures to post on Instagram to make it seem like I’m doing stuff, instead of just working and watching Netflix and binging on jalapeno… Read More What I Really Mean