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I am in my childhood home for the week babysitting my dad's dog. Gravy, is a big bellied little legged butt shaking corgi who is as cute as he is vicious. I take him out for loop around the neighborhood, once around 7pm, and again at 9pm. Apparently the golden doodle across the street has the same schedule. Their rivalry has clearly been unrelenting dating back millennia, the very feud baked into their DNA. Before even catching a glimpse of each other, the (assumingly) putrid scent of the doodle, launches my Gravy into a snarling diatribe, unfettered until I bribe him with a treat and empty promises.
At first, I was frustrated. Like shut up Gravy you're ruining my mellow high. But tonight I found myself looking forward to the neighborly small talk with the doodle's mom. Nothing like masquerading as a home owner and responsible, yet apologetic dog parent to silence the incessant rumination cycle of what my purpose is now that I graduated college. And apparently, I fuck with routine. Who knew?
Feb 25, 2025
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Every single Scooby Doo movie. The old show, all of the spin-offs. Even the extremely deep cuts like 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo. One of my favorites is the one where Shaggy and Scooby go to an all-girlsā boarding school for the daughters of monsters and Shaggy is their volleyball coach or whatever the fuck and he has to protect them from an evil fugly witch fittingly named Revolta.
When I was very small my Mississippian grandfather gave me a VHS tape of Scooby Doo Meets the Boo Brothers in a last ditch attempt to help me understand our southern gothic heritage at a level I could understand before he died (true to form, he entrusted his fortune to my great-uncle Payton, having no faith in my failson father, and Payt squandered it away into nothing living in the small shotgun house on the grounds of the sprawling old rotting family nursery in the valley; he spent it all on an extensive antique gun collection and then sold the guns at a tremendous loss for fast cash to help his beloved and her large extended family). I should probably finally read his copy of The Sound and the Fury that I carry with me everywhere I move.
What was I talking about? Yes I loved Scooby Doo it was my heart and soul. Even today I still love everything talking dog related. Recently in the middle of having sex I thought about what if Men in Black had cute cartoon talking dogs instead and I imagined an apple-headed chihuahua who would be the Will Smith one in his little suit and tie and I giggled by accident and he was like What? And I was like What?
I tried eating dog treats many times because I saw Shaggy eat Scooby snacks sometimes and they low-key looked kind of good. I would call my dad Shaggyāobviously not knowing that he was a stoner so it was just pure instinct and vibesāand my mom worried people would think he was a stranger who had abducted me. My dog Benny kind of looks like Scooby Doo and he really looked like Scooby Doo when he was a baby with a turquoise collar and that is one of my greatest prides.
Feb 28, 2025
This is a dog that I live with. He's very goofy. In this photo, we are taking a night drive in my sister's van. He used to be a car dog when he was a pup, but now he is very big and, unfortunately, gets very car sick. Not too long after we arrived home, he ran out of the car and down the street. I had the pleasure of chasing and tackling him down. š
Jan 27, 2025
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About a year ago I woke up slightly hungover on a beautiful Fall Saturday with *literally* nothing to do, so I zombie stumbled out for coffee around noon and, long story shortā¦accidentally adopted a three-month old almost-pomeranian puppy on the way home. Soon it was Winter and the world was cold and dark and I (tired and probably still hungover) was like, āHoly fucking shit, Iām SO sorry everyone in my life / Iāve made a terrible mistake / this dog is a fucking asshole / Iām sorry he peed on your bed and Iām sorry he ate your new shoes and Iām sorry he bites your face, Gramma.ā Fast-forward an indistinguishable amount of time and incalculable number of soiled beds and heās now a perfect little angel baby bear and the coolest living thing I know.
Feb 4, 2025
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I am making a zine about the art of performing, producing and affirming our gender.
A few weeks ago I was struck by a video of a piercer talking about gender-affirming piercings that exposed my bias. I, (a nonbinary hyper-femme glittery diva, obsessed with exploring, manipulating, and playing with expression, using my face, body, and essence as a canvas), realized I assume that "gender-affirming" actions, such as getting a piercing, would only refer to trans folks. There was this unconscious part of me that still gripped to the narrative that "gender" was somehow real... that cis people did not need to perform, produce, or affirm their own identity... that gender was static. This piercer exposed a hideous blind spot. They opened with a story of little girls getting their lobes pierced. This beautiful ushering into womanhood, this ritual of adorning similar style jewels to the brave and courageous women in your life. And then mothers. When mothers get their nose pierced to reclaim their bodies, to reclaim their autonomy after literally sharing, giving, everything to bring a child into the world. We all use art express our gender. We all everyday wake up and perform gender - yes sometimes in the theatrical sense, gender is drag of course - but also in the Judith Butler sense, that with every act we create a new reality.
I don't know. The whole thing has just got me thinking. Especially with the state of the world today, authoritarianism on the rise globally, transgender history literally being deleted from government websites... a joyful celebration of gender, a leaning into the playful aspects of what gender can, of what it should be... is at least what I need.
If you, cis, trans, unsure, whatever, have a story of a gender-affirming moment in your life, please share:) And if anyone wants to be a part of this project .... eeeeee that would be sick!
Feb 19, 2025
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"the dominant world is dying, now is the time forĀ monsters:Ā relationships, stories, projects, happenings that do not fit or make sense within and exceed the confines of white-supremacist, patriarchal capitalist modernity."
My mentor's reimagination of the famous Antonio Gramsci quote (1930): āthe old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born, now is the time of monstersā.
Feb 20, 2025