A bisexual and non-binary artist, actor, and photographer residing in Brooklyn.
A Question of Identity
September 29, 2108, 01:57 Log Entry: 1193 I hear the warning for curfew sounding in my quadrant of Section 15. Another day gone in this hellscape city. Since the attack on City Hall last week by GLX9, Central has been cracking down on interlopers not in their homes at exactly 10:00 pm. Last week, I saw them beat my elderly neighbor, Mr. Sung, for being out in the hallway. I tried to get them to stop, but they threatened to shoot me if I so much as took a step closer. I can still see the blood on the walls.
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Growing up, you could always find me in the corner somewhere, scouring through the pages of Vogue. Although it was mostly to ogle at the clothes that I would never be able to afford in a million years, I was also fascinated by the photography. The composition, the bright colors, and the interesting makeup and poses were all just so wonderful and amazing. And I couldn’t help but feel a spark of something looking at those images. All I knew was that it gave me the urge to do something just as cool as what I saw, thus beginning my obsession with photography.
Dance Til You Drop
LGBTQIA Pride, at the heart of it, has always been a celebration of love and acceptance. We honor the legacy that the late Marsha P. Johnson, Sylvia Rivera, and the still living Miss Major, have left behind. Without the efforts of these three women and countless other black and brown queer and transgender people, we would not have the rights that we have today. Our very existence is radical and worthy of celebrating, and what better way to celebrate than by dancing and partying throughout the entire month of June?
I dream of you often. I dream of your smile, and your hair, and your touch. But especially your eyes. Those Caribbean blue eyes that haunt me in my waking life.