Exhale
The first year of grad school is completed. Many thanks to all of those shoulders, arms, minds and smiles that helped me stay sane for the most part. Those last two weeks were a bit surreal. But I got good
C got called a Redneck
Clinton got called a “redneck” at school. Yup. And I kinda think it’s hilarious. Here’s the background: The boys go to a charter school in East Oakland. In the 40 kids that make up the two 4th grade classes, there
Choose your own adventure; Last Day of My First Semester of Grad School.
Our character is a 32 year old single mother of 2 elementary school aged children on the last day of her first semester of graduate school. She has many goals to meet on this day and very many ways to
Queer Porn TV
In working with Shilo and The Sex Positive Photo Project, I got the chance to interview Queer Porn stars Courtney Trouble and Tina Horn as they launch Queer Porn TV. It’s super adult content so I can’t repost it here,
Rapey McRaperson
How many times have you heard the expression “Don’t hate the player, hate the game” usually accompanied by a toothy grin and maybe a wink? I’ve heard it. And I can respect it. And now I’m co-opting it. Changing it
Paper Airplane Magazine
My first ever spoken word piece has been posted by Paper Airplane Magazine. The piece is Airial’s Commute, which Makana and I recorded in my living room. He did an amazing job on the music. He did a great job
Trader Joe’s and Tainted Love
I love the music at my Trader Joe’s. I don’t know if all Trader Joe’s play the same music, or if there is store autonomy, or if there is some regionally specific target population demographic ish going on. If it
Aerial vs Areola
So this morning I’m in line at the coffee shop and when I shout my order to the guy behind the counter I give him my name. Then the guy next to me in line turns to me and says: “Nice.”
Living by 580
The building I live in faces 580. We are up a steep embankment just where the freeway curves gracefully. The sound of the freeway is comforting to me. The rush of cars flying past is soothing; I am a city
July 8th Downtown Oakland
So I’ve given myself a few days to process what Thursday night was like for me. Nothing traumatic happened to me or the people I was with in a non-boarded up well lit office on 14th Street in downtown Oakland