If you're listenting to this, and you can, go hug your mom for me. Thanks.

Offered with apologies to Anne Frank (but girl, you get it, right?)

Hi, I'm one of those scary trans people you've heard so much about. Here are the details of my dastardly plot to destroy America. Shh! Don't tell the others I told you.

On writer's block and the oppression of performative allyship.

it's not always easy to pull yourself back together.

They can't all be uplifting and inspirational right now, folks.

I originally wrote this poem in 2017 as a metaphor for leaving an abusive relationship. But it feels pretty damn relevant to the world in general now, so here it is again.

Just want to give a trigger warning for this one - the entire poem is about domestic violence. And colonialism. Same difference. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I was asked to speak at an event for youth on the topic of "queer joy" about a week ago. This is what I shared.

There's something really special about being around people with shared culture and heritage. I hope you all enjoy this one.