My rage is consuming me and that's okay.
My rage is consuming me. I think I’m okay with it. A velociraptor is being consumed by rage. I’m not sure how more people aren’t openly swimming in a pool of...
Hey f-slur, there's a fire in the theater!
The other day while I was bird watching, I noticed that my Merlin app (Google it) was recording the cries of a red-tailed hawk. I wanted to see it, so I...
Pride is over
Today is my 11th anniversary in New York City. I moved here through a few strokes of luck in 2014 and somehow have been able to survive it this long. I...
Corvidae and death to empire
I’ve been having stranger dreams than usual lately. Last week I woke up in the middle of the night and typed what I remembered into an email draft. Something...
Hampy Pride!
The Human Rights Campaign pride logo this year is a cartoon eagle with painted talons and long lashes wearing a leather harness below a rainbow with the...
Gay rabbits on crossed-eyed chickens and the value of art in a world on fire
A friend gave me a small wind up toy recently –– a yellow rabbit riding a large, cross-eyed chicken-adjacent bird. I played with it this morning over...
Lilacs and birthdays
I’ve been thinking a lot about spring, which is something that I tend to do every year when spring comes. In late winter I sometimes start to doubt that the...
The cardinals are chirping and they say hi
I am trying to text a joke. “Healing” is autocorrected to “shaking.” “America is shaking lol.” There are so many little jokes keeping me afloat these days....
Spring, so nice
I had a work call this morning with someone I’ve admired for a long time. “We should’ve FaceTimed, I never see your face,” he told me. A common problem for...
Did you hear about all that bad stuff?
I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but stuff is happening in the world. Dark stuff. I got an email from an artist colleague recently that called going to...
How am I DOING?
I am home sick. It’s hard to tell if it’s exhaustion, existential restructuring of my DNA, some weird new plague, or a secret fourth thing. I’m certainly...
Absurdity, honey
(6 min read) A man in front of me at the bodega today was talking on the phone loudly in the attention seeking way that people who know they’re full of shit...
Tissues and art and rage, honey
I make a promise to myself every winter that I will have a tissue on me at all times to avoid being without one when I need it. This year I bought eight...
Gay Vampire Reprise
Some of you may be wondering: is Shawn over the vampire thing? No. No, I am not. This is not a phase. Last night at The Brick Aux I shared some socialist gay...
Hope? Hope!
There’s a little orange cat that lives in the bodega near my train stop. I always keep an eye out for him when I pass by, and his presence–because it is...
Sexy gay vampires and the crushing weight of existence
I’ve had a hard time reading fiction this past year or so. I psych myself up, convincing myself that I should be spending my free time learning new...
On keeping it in (and letting it out, honey)
I took the day off today. I am exhausted and took a train to be around more trees. I cried on the subway on my way home last night, which might be the first...
Things that are difficult and not difficult
I’m staring at a photo of a lemur eating some leaves. This isn’t anything new for me. I’m remembering myself in early grade school on one of my frequent...
On Virginia Woolf and claw machines and wanting to yell
sneep snorps and Renesmee and Marina Abramovic and hatchacha cat When I was leaving work today I passed a really chic woman clinging to what looked like two...
On revealing the admin within
My show Admin Reveal opens tomorrow. I will show you weird memes about twinks and teach you how to divest from banks that profit off of genocide and climate...