Eid mubarak my loves.
'Who am I? Do you mean where I'm from? What I one day might become? What I do? What I've done? What I dream? Do you mean ... what you see or what I've seen? What I fear or what I dream? Do you mean who I love? Do you mean who I've lost? Who am I?' . Thinking about the magnificence of Sense8 and remembering standing here a year ago today. Sometimes we forget ourselves, sometimes we just forget.
I used to be very self-conscious about my ears so I turned them into a canvas. Every new piercing feels like a means of defying all of the people that have ever denied me the privilege of being myself.
Trying to write through the antidepressant barrier is incredibly difficult. They create a sense of numbness, almost dissociating you from yourself and your feelings thereby making you incapable of reaching your creativity to its fullest capacity. After a week of trying to curate this blog post and finally accepting that I would have to admit defeat and not attain the level of perfection that I have set as the standard for myself, 'The Necessity of Casting JonBenét' is now live on my blog. The link is in my bio if you'd like to read it.
I will wear this until its death.
Taking shortcuts through graveyards, apologising to the dead.