My 2019 in review, basically.
Building a life in Berlin is the most abusive love story of my life.
Without struggle, there is no progress. Or, my life in 2017.
Long live Spring.
I told you I would haka my way into 2016. I meant it.
Maybe I should try to make Christmas mean something to me now.
Because who we vote for represents who we are.
So this is what happiness feels like…
I need someone to help me find the gauge on my body tuned to ‘White people with a fetish for dark meat’ and TURN IT OFF.