I spent the summer in Seattle, helping care for a dear friend and family member with brain cancer. At the beginning, we didn’t know what would happen. We had no idea if she would live, if she would be the same person after her radiation and chemotherapy. We just didn’t know. But what I observed, and what I thought about… Read more →
Yesterday Andrea posted about how one is responsible for ones crazy, and I want to dig into that a little more today. Owning up to our shit, and owning up to our pasts is an important part of the process of living with a mental illness. It takes time, and yes, it takes a lot of energy, but it is… Read more →
Let me open this by saying that I have been crazy as a shithouse rat for many years now. Were you to print out the mental illness portion of my medical record, you could probably handily bludgeon someone to death with it, if you were the kind of person who did that sort of thing. I’ve spent a lot of… Read more →
This August, the burlesque community lost one of its luminaries. Dixie Evans, the Marylin Monroe of burlesque passed away. On August 28th, what would have been her birthday, a group of us involved in the burlesque community gathered together for a random act of glamor. The Spirit of Dixie Evans Lives On In Me – and there’s photographic proof. But… Read more →
I refuse to allow spaces that reject the rights of women to feel safe. And that is why I will never attend PAX again. I haven’t attended PAX on my own dime since the first year it was at the Washington State Convention Center, but I attended the year that the Dickwolves shirts first were worn at PAX – and… Read more →
