ThroughGriefCreaTING

HOW DO YOU BECOME VULNERABLE IN YOUR WRITING?

I’m just a sharing person. I don't feel ashamed Everyone has been through something and I shouldn't be ashamed of my experiences It's not like I'm a bad person, so i don’t have a problem sharing my personal experiences through my writing

LOOKING BACK AT YOUR ALBUM LOVE SUCKS! WHAT ARE YOUR VIEWS ON DATING NOW?

I can’t believe that much time has passed since that album. It feels like 2020 took some time off my life because time hasn’t been the same since I’m dating women now I was dating a guy then. She is my bestfriend Its a really good relationship and I feel great about dating because I’m not outside

HOW DID YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS & FAMILY?

Oh they already knew They all were like okay, yeah whatever. Even my mom was like oh okay My dad asked me if I was gay at fifteen. I wasn't as comfortable with myself at the time so I didn't know what to say but everybody knows. I like to think of myself as queer because I'm attracted to men and women I'm more comfortable being my true self because don't nobody got to live my life but me

My father was born ass first.

Jumped through his mother's womb base before body face still sleeping in the cushion of before attention and tension.

Maybe he thought that in this life if he came out on the bottom he would have nowhere to go but up.

Father was born downside first and doctors turn you upside down and mothers wash you right side up so my father was born with direction. This way and that way and each way we went my child’s mind only saw decision and determine and there’s still more places to visit Let’s not settle here for this for what we have been told for what we have been given for what we tell ourselves. A still mind never sits well when it dwells within a wanderer.

Dreaming is just scheming before purpose And scheming is just fiending for less working

Where is your life if that’s all you do? So we moved our minds to dream of better worlds and worldly desires were less interesting than spirit finding and spirit fighting My father died. But something about his backwards birth or maybe him aging backwards taught me that we are not born disoriented but with visions of paths and purpose and that direction is only determined by the sureness of our step.