crippled clown comedian cvnt just trying to get by in this weird, fvcked up world. making sense by connecting the nonsenses, weaving something marvelous. dont ask me "whats wrong" cuz it's HIPAA dude.
hello. at the time of this writing, it's still christmas in new york. here's what i've been working on this week, writing wise. you can expect more from me in 2026 in terms of consistency...we hope. i'm not gonna lie, i
as someone who relies on lots of different medicines, i'm on a mission to secure healthcare, including eastern and indigenous modalities, for my community. medicine should be preventative, seasonal, and communal. there are tips and tricks i've picked up that i now swear by (hello fire
if it were up to me it'd be world peace among beings. but it's not up to me. and we're at war. and so i'm gearing up. more like speaking up, from my crippled cave. cozy in a yellow jumpsuit and grey
and put up national parks! if you're on certain parts of the internet right now, you get what this is about. if not, please hear me out: disney and their whole mickey mouse media mafia (from ABC to ESPN) makes me so incredibly angry and uncomfortable. and has
dysautonomia can kiss my ass. yesterday my blood pressure was low as i sat, feeling it, in my primary's office. no water in sight, plus i wouldn't take my mask off in there if you paid me. in my community clinic for disabled baddies, henceforth the
the shins on the duckplayer radio, no ads, the way i like it. being sold shit sends me into a full blown tizzy. i am sensitive. my audhd girls all believe i'm on the spectrum, and so do i. but i don't want a autism diagnosis
i dont fuck with holidays that celebrate colonialism. i never have. don't ask me how i became this way, my parents aren't as anarchist as me but in some ways i see trails of their ideologies in my own. i read a lot. and think a
ok so soft girls still go hard for safety: Some things I've done for protection, liberation, and justice. if you got other tips, send em my way. sharing is caring, heres mine: Face masks, duh. Use duck duck go exclusively as my browser. google pixel as my device,
playing in my headphones: No Woman No Cry by Bob Marley brewing in my teapot: mullein burning on my table: a wood wick candle growing in my back yard: swiss chard, garlic chives, and echinacea lit in my blunt: pineapple runtz yesterday was my birthday. i am 32. i celebrated
western docs just shrug it all of as medical mystery, a woman in a fibro-flare, a fibro-fog, an anxious baddie with a cane. naw bruh, it's perhaps something with a name they haven't heard yet: painful obstruction. i'm talking TCM, from a site called
it's been a helluva week and i'm processing each and every thing that's gone on because every hour deserves a line, but we ain't got time for that. easter brunch was lovely. everything was discussed at a decent volume. decent volume did
Tonight's April Pink Moon SURPRISED me. I didn't know it was full until 10am which is rare for my witchy ass self. I was at the acupuncture clinic doing a shift and when I checked my phone, I saw my moon phase app "100% Full