on hand-me-downs, spores, and mourning
…I donned the simple shirts and jackets of a country minister turned social worker. My hair was trimmed short…this was my first, if unwitting, drag, and in it I hid from the puberty that ambushed me.
Revisiting Los Angeles via a 23 year old web zine: What was I writing about 23 years ago? I was waxing lyrical about the high camp of a vanishing downtown Los Angeles. I published these essays in an online zine M and I edited called Die Cast Garden. I coded
how it's going...🌔
Ossuaries I have known, second in a series
A round up post for March 🌘