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Unbroken – Saint Sebastian

Posted on December 26, 2016

Unbroken

"This is why
Why we fight
Why we lie awake
And this is why
This is why we fight
When we die
We will die
With our arms unbound"

— The Decemberists, This is Why We Fight

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Daruma

Posted on September 3, 2016

daruma

I never used to put too much stock in wishing— Talking to god, or whoever else listens to quiet desperate voices in the dead of night. I remember being in grade-school, dreaming before sleep that life was different; that I had a another body to wake to. But the morning would come and so too the cold light of just another day.

Not that I wanted out of the game.

The world was still too beautiful and I was just too strange, stubborn, and loved to leave it behind.

Gamman: we endure.

But in April of 2015, I decided it was time. Time to embrace that small voice that I had carried with me on this strange journey and fulfill the dream that had eluded me all my life. So I took my grandmother's unused, blank staring daruma off the shelf and made a wish. I was thrilled to feel like a silly child again as I sketched in one of its eyes with sharpie. This past August, after nine months of HRT and over a year of methodically coming out to my family, friends, and community, I drew in the other eye.

Your wish is granted.

I don't know when the word transgender entered my vocabulary, but once it did, I learned that I wasn't alone. Just like other helpful labels like hapa or spoonie, this word had the power to affect change thru self-acceptance and acts of radical self-love.

I am the stubborn nail. I am a self-fulfilling prophecy. I'd like to think that my grandmother would be proud of that.

Obachan and me

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New-Half

Posted on August 21, 2016

So it's time for a reintroduction of sorts:

Me

My name is Danielle Musashi Tanimura (she, her)

I've been here all along and can't say how much I love you, for all of the support that I've gotten from you who have been here with me thru this strange journey called life.

Transition

Art. Chronic pain. Redemption. Identity. Miscarriage.
And now for another type of Transition.

Luckily, the show is just getting started, and there are many more worlds to create.

I hope you'll join me on this next adventure.

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Oracle

Posted on November 11, 2013

Oracle

"Fortune befriends the bold."

— Emily Dickinson —

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Palliativity 206: The Homesick Cabaret

Posted on August 29, 2013

You are here, on some level, because you too are fascinated with the retelling of the epic rock-opera that is

the 20th century.

And I your host, this contemporary creative, am tirelessly fetishizing the fetishization of the exotic,

and dissecting the legends of everyday people who lived with a genuineness that makes my teeth hurt.

A colonial march of good and evil, might and right, Axis and Ally, freedom blues and commie red.

A time built on accepting unknowns while furiously scribbling in the empty spaces on the map.

A time when we hadn't yet reached the depths of space or the seas outside of our dreams,

Until we chose to claim them.

When questions were more important than answers, but flags more important still.

And we humble apes huddled around the embers of spilt oil and split atoms.

A terrifying epoch indeed.

The only thing scarier still is that this story arc isn't over.

We are currently tearing thru Act 4 and, "something wicked this way comes."

Alas, we still live in an age of post-colonial world culture adolescence.

This is my heartbreaking nostalgia. This curse of memory. This march of time.

The beat goes on, but instead, I choose to dance.

The Burning Beat - Audio-Curio-Cabaret from The Roustabouts on Vimeo.

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Salome

Posted on August 19, 2013

"Salome"

"Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation?

I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength,

strength and courage to yield to."

— Oscar Wilde —

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