(thanks, belle & sebastian.) It feels like my words have dried up lately. On vacation last week, I was so excited by the prospect of HOTEL WRITING. Of jaunting off to the next door fancier resort, procuring an iced coffee, and scribbling out 1000 words before Hollywood Studios even OPENED. That was the dream. ItContinue reading “the blues ARE still blue”
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the screen door slams
The last time I fell in love, I couldn’t stop listening to “Thunder Road.” (Is that a thing that happens when you realize you’re into girls? You get really into Bruce Springsteen? Experiences may vary.) I listened to a lot of songs the last time I fell in love. For the first time since adolescence,Continue reading “the screen door slams”
an ode to day jobs
It was suggested to me a while back that all I’ve had are “jobs.” That what I need is a “CAREER.” And my immediate angry need to defend myself snarls, “Well, how dare you? I am a THEATRE ARTIST. I act and teach and direct and write and even arts administrate when occasion calls forContinue reading “an ode to day jobs”
easy like wednesday morning
It was easy this morning. It was easy to wake up, to feed Clementine, to make my bed, to lace up my shoes, and go. It was easy to appreciate the morning sunshine and to anticipate the iced vanilla latte. It was easy to smile as I listed in my head all my planned DisneyContinue reading “easy like wednesday morning”
you are already cute
So, it’s Two Weeks Until Disney World. (I’M COMING HOME, DOLE WHIP.) Two Weeks Until Disney World and I have decided to cease my internal bargaining: Okay, Dani, the trip is in two months, so it’s time to GET CUTE. Okay, Daniel, you’ve still got three weeks, time to DO SOME CRUNCHES. YOU ARE RUNNINGContinue reading “you are already cute”
a life worth living
And so a new dream emerges. It is quieter and (arguably) smaller and I will not give full voice to it just yet, lest the fairies be listening. The dream is still unspoken, but The Dream, always, has been the same: (or: my disney hero i want song) I want to show up in theContinue reading “a life worth living”
september bi, bi, non-bi: and i think it’s gonna be a long, long time OR: fuck you, j.k. rowling
Originally posted on hope is the thing with lightsabers:
Originally performed for The Come Up Show ATL’s birthday show on Friday September 25, 2020. CW: internalized transphobia and mention of She Who Must Not Be Named. Guard your beautiful heart. Non-bi, and only non-bi this month: Related to absolutely nothing: it’s Mark Hamill’s birthday today…
a story of rejection and updates, also all lemon cookies are inherently gay
(i don’t know why. i just feel it in my bones.) (anyway…) I definitely didn’t get into grad school. A panel of important people read my play about monsters working at a doughnut shop and they kindly said, “Oh, no, thank you.” And I didn’t get that job that would have paid so much more money.Continue reading “a story of rejection and updates, also all lemon cookies are inherently gay”
of home (again, i think)
first of all, it only started raining on my walk HOME from picking up my bagel and my iced coffee. Home. i have struggled with this concept my entire life. my alien body has choked on sobs in the dead of nights and i have begged to the moon, “i just want to go home.”Continue reading “of home (again, i think)”
dancing with monsters
It’s not time to make a changeJust relax, take it easyYou’re still young, that’s your faultThere’s so much you have to know (IS CAT STEVENS MY NEW WALT WHITMAN?!) Just breathe, nerd. Consider what is real. There are no rules beyond the ones you set. There are no walls beyond the ones you build. ThereContinue reading “dancing with monsters”
adventure is out there
I’m going to talk myself out of it. I feel it in my bones. I’m a big schemer, you see. I like ideas and plans more than I like most things. But who am I to have these elaborate dreams? Who am I to think I am worthy of them, even if they are currentlyContinue reading “adventure is out there”
to t or not to t
(I mean, it’s not really a question anymore. I stopped.) This morning I was working on picking out a monologue for Trans-speare when the ugly voices made their way into my brain again. You stopped taking testosterone. You were never really serious. It’s as we suspected all along: you’re just a cis girl who wantedContinue reading “to t or not to t”
