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Joshua Tree

Posted on October 24, 2016

Joshua Tree

“Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert. 

—Khalil Gibran —

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Midnight in the Garden

Posted on October 17, 2016

Midnight in the Garden

“I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.

I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.”

— MLK —

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Transit of Venus

Posted on October 10, 2016

Transit of Venus

"Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

— Dylan Thomas —

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Hungry Ghost

Posted on September 26, 2016

Hungry Ghost

“You're the sun, you've never seen the night
But you hear its song from the morning birds
But I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star
But awake at night I'll be singing to the birds”

— Mitski, Your Best American Girl

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The Woman in the Dunes

Posted on September 14, 2016

The Woman in the Dunes

“Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost."

— Kobo Abe —

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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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