Not as much has changed as you had hoped, I think. But, on the other hand... hasn't everything? I found myself short of breath (still) on the bus tonight. The #4, which I have barely taken and which also already feels like routine. This house, this blue room, these pink flannel unicorn sheets... I have … Continue reading (i think this is a) prologue
The sound of dripping woke me up at 2:30 in the morning. See, there is water damage in the ceiling of my fancy new master bathroom, and now there is water slowly, steadily leaking on to my floor. Not much to do about it at 2:30 in the morning besides lie a towel down (honestly, … Continue reading flood warnings
Breathe. This is what I write to myself in my planner lately: Run (ha, sure, we'll see, you sad sack), find a job, figure out your fucking shit, get yourself together, stop being such a waste of space, STOP BEING A FUCKING FAILURE, YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT. Breathe. I cannot. I think I might be … Continue reading i don’t know. i’m sad.
Today a woman in a bow tie touched me on the arm as she walked past me, and I was thrilled, because I wondered, "Oh, snap. Does she know?" And thought secondarily: "WHAT A FUCKING RELIEF." Here is the evidence. Myself, me, February 2, 2020: An inventory. (Sorry in advance, Shakespeare.) Item: One head of … Continue reading the suggestion of flannel, or: snapshot of a maybe-lesbian
This essay was originally written and performed on September 28, 2016 for Scene Missing Presents: Studio Ghiblanta. Dear Sophie, You're the best. Seriously, Howl's Moving Castle needs to be renamed Sophie Gets Shit Done. I am in awe of you. You must be one of the most competent characters in the history of cinema. When the Witch … Continue reading my studio ghibli valentine
Sitting here at the bar, reading Walt Whitman, alone. Am I cool yet? (No. No, I am not. To be clear: I am sitting at a booth, and I am drinking lemonade. It is sweet and cold, and I clutch at it with my too-long creature-fingers.) Tomorrow I finish packing up the literal bits of … Continue reading if you want to sing out, sing out, and so i shall (i must)
"Well, old buddy," I've been saying, Han-to-Chewie-style, to my stuffed penguin Waddles all month. "We've been in worse scrapes than this." And, you know what, we really, really have. (Everything about 2012 was worse. I slept on a loveseat, I didn't really have a job, I GOT DUMPED BY THAT LITERAL PUPPET.) I am already … Continue reading dani & waddles on another whirlwind adventure!
CW: This piece deals with self-harm and just general being a mess. If that isn't your heart's jam right now, I understand if you need to go take a break. Greetings, fellow cool kids. My name is Dani, and I am bipolar, bisexual, and non-binary, aka bi, bi, non-bi. These are my adventures. Prologue: Y’all, … Continue reading bi, bi, non-bi: january woes, or the one with ALL THE PROFANITY
And it is an old refrain, to be sure: They are just around because they feel sorry for you. They are around because they are worried that you're going to hurt yourself if you're alone. They do not enjoy you. They do not love you. You are a burden. (You said that to me once. I … Continue reading it’s still the same old story… (or: as usual, go to hell, bipolar disorder, okay?)
This piece originally performed at The Come Up Show ATL on December 20, 2019. Greetings, fellow cool kids. So, my name is Dani Herd, and I am bipolar, bisexual, and non-binary, aka “bi, bi, non-bi.” These are my adventures. Bi #1: I’ve known about the bipolar II the longest. This month is actually the three … Continue reading bi, bi, non-bi: december feels, and oh, look, i’m talking about walt whitman again
Spoilers ahead for Star Wars Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker. *** First of all, first of all, first of all, and most importantly of all: If you enjoyed RoS, I am truthfully so happy for you. This is supposed to be about fun and joy, and, if that's what you got, I am thrilled for you. … Continue reading thoughts on rise of skywalker
Let us be kind to one another. Let us be kind to creators and performers and everyone who must have poured their hearts and souls into this massive, impossible thing. Let us remember that we are owed nothing, and that artists exist to create art, and not necessarily to please us. Let us be in … Continue reading whatever else happens tomorrow, or a prayer on star wars eve