Casper’s cloak.Walking amongst, standing amidst, staring at the barricades set up for me. Being invisible, something I destined for myself.Nov 22, 2020Nov 22, 2020
Not departed, DEPORTED.Through the timeline, we have existed. Through the galleries of memories, we have sustained the variety of attempts of emancipation…Nov 20, 2020Nov 20, 2020
Dessert in the desert.Taken for granted, vilified sans reason, outcasted devoid of chance. Who am I? A womxn, a transgender human being, a biker, a pansexual…Apr 22, 2020Apr 22, 2020
A breath, to be taken or held?Impending uncertainty, delusion and their ensuing gloom.Apr 20, 2020Apr 20, 2020
A different kind of battle. Pt. 2Riding further along on my pot-holed journey. A trail of immense vulnerability, peaking confusion, concocted misguidance and organ-freezing…Apr 19, 2020Apr 19, 2020
A different kind of battle. Pt. 1It took me years, if not decades to fully come to terms with my own identity. The majority of that time including my birth, I spent in…Apr 19, 2020Apr 19, 2020
