I have lived most of my life on the edges. Pushing boundaries from the outside in or the inside out. I have always been in awe of beauty and suffering. Always struggled to give voice to all I have felt and seen both with in and with out…
I have fought hard in love, rage, pain and desperation. I have come close to dying, I have begged death to come, I have watched my brothers, sisters, mothers, lovers, in all of their beauty, their most exceptional. And I have seen them suffer in all their anguish and die.
I fight, create, and raise my voice for myself, and for all the queer art warriors, trans brothers and sisters, junkies, whores, shamans, exiles, prisoners, lovers and orphans. I attempt to bring my struggle, my rage, my beauty and fierceness to power… I can’t not.