I endeavor to practice a sustainable, calm, creative & inspired life. That is, until such time as the fires of revolution burn bright in the night and need tending.

Artist, activist, muse, zealot, luddite, feminist, queer, anarchist, malcontent, jack-of-all-trades, brooding drag-queen, cyclist, a kinky, slinky dancing-machine, squirelly jangles and electric jellyfish. 21st Century cyberpunk delivery boy.

I love deeply, quickly, easily. But I have a short attention span.

Mongering fish & riding cargo bikes while trying to create enough structure & ritual in my day-to-day so that the discontent does not consume me.

Scraping up money, caring & sharing. Trying to enjoy the pleasurable side of life and all the abundance of our planet and communities.

Getting much more "serious" about this cargo bike thing.

Delivering tons of shit by bike.

Calming people down. Being approachable.

Conversation, bike rides, birthday lap dances.

Massage. Heckling the police. Self-deprication. Obliviousness. Conspicuity. Purtrescible waste removal. Making a mess with glitter.

i am not wearing any pants

Books: anarchist/feminist zines, Slingshot, Phillip K. Dick, Science Fiction, science writing, comic books
Shows: Regular Show, Adventure Time, Star Trek, BSG, Survivor, 30 Rock, True Blood, Weeds, Futurama, Game of Thrones
Movies: Terry Gilliam, Alex Cox, Jim Jarmusch, David Lynch, Almadovar, Holy Mountain, Sherman's March
Music: Dubstep. Eclectic & raunchy dance mixes, overplayed crap from the 90s, reggae (rocksteady to dancehall), punk rock, sad stuff
Food: Massive amounts. Quinoa with kale, sauerkraut, nutritional yeast. Dumpstered bagels. I am a big robot and I need a big cereal. Meat. Guilty, guilty meat. Fake meat too. I been eating hella fish lately, as I am selling it at the greenmarket & getting hot deals on fresh fillets.

structure, bike, hacky-sack, greens, music, glitter

the lulz, waking-up, my dreams, relationships, sex, love, resisting modern civilization/culture, what I ought to be doing instead of whatever I am doing. Patriarchy and privilege. Shit's Fuck Up. Shit's Fucked Up & Bullshit.

filled with sadness and regret at the lost rituals of my people.

or riding a bike having a happy friday with friends new and old

I feel like a lesbian trapped in a boy's body.

you know of awesome radical and/or queer events
you can help me practice my drag makeup
you want to ride a cargo bike to usher in the future revolution
you want to have me over for dinner & we will eat some burgers or fish (sorry vegetarians & vegans! Happy to cook up some tofu, to be perfectly honest)

you can handle this slut