About five years ago, I volunteered in Nicaragua for six months translating for a nonprofit and tutoring kids after school.
In Nicaragua, abortion is completely illegal—even in cases of rape, incest, or perilous health concerns. And I learned one thing—fast.
When abortion is illegal, pregnancy is a weapon.
I remember being in an abusive relationship, and fearing what my partner would do. I remember trying to be good, but I always messed up somehow.
Once, when he was sick, I had food sent to him. …
I recently saw a post about an anti-vaxxer who said he would start selling his unvaccinated sperm at a premium once most people were vaccinated.
When I was able to come up for air (thank you for the ab workout; I haven’t laughed that hard in a while), I was…
Thank you for calling me a whore.
Thank you for explaining my own job to me.
Thank you for telling me that you’re a dying breed.
Thank you for saying, “You probably don’t know this band…The Red Hot Chili Peppers?”
Thank you for using Bible quotes in your profile about…
I keep seeing articles about people who have had children…and their regret.
Having a child by accident, doing it because of social pressure, or doing it to fill a hole in your life.
When women express regret, they’re met with attacks. What if your kids see this? …
“Welcome to Papa Chichi’s. Can I see your vaccine card, please?”
“You can’t ask me for that.”
“Vaccine mandate went into effect today.”
“I heard there was no vaccine mandate. On Facebook.”
“President gave a press release. We are going by that.”
“This is a private matter.”
“It’s not, ma’am.”
When I started therapy years ago, I had the same fear that I’m sure many people have—that working through my issues would mean that I would lose myself. As an artist, I was worried about my creativity. My identity.
Who the fuck was I, if not a hot mess, a…
I saw all the shadows moving on their own, far before you ever could, and I laughed until I cried, but I did the second part in silence, and while I used drama to patch up certain holes, I focused all my attention elsewhere.
This is a sanctuary and a…
I graduated from NYU in 2010. For the past 11 years, my diploma has sat in an envelope in my aunt’s house, then my mom’s house. In 2015, I earned my MFA…which then sat on top of my NYU degree in some study or closet.
That is, until now. I’m…
Cold as a baseline, hungry as an always—comfortable dreaming.
A foundation of fear, of fantasy, of hopelessness
tired of trying
always going to
sleep in late, miss the plane—
the strangeness of being more comfortable
Terror as a baseline, hope as stupidity—comfortable scoffing.
Eating the hopes of others but for…