its a bad day to be the status quo.

I’m a firm believer that everything comes from somewhere — and before i swallow a belief hook, line and sinker, I want to know where it was brought up, what it ate, and how long its sat in the freezer before it made it to my plate.

you’re reading this because you had a, “hey, what the fuck?” moment. one of those one’s that wraps its knuckles around your gut, squeezes and pulls. you keep reading because you have an insatiable urge to disrupt the absolute dumpster fire that they have served us dressed in ceremonial black, all while chanting “its just the way it is.”

well chook, me too. I wanna TP the house of the status quo, I wanna rip its mask off scooby doo style and reveal the structures that actively work against every single one of us, I wont stop until the status quo is shaking in its boots at the sound of my docs on the pavement.

We deserve to be ourselves — not in a wanky, overused, instagram of your highschool nemesis who started a MLM this week way — but in a we should be able to look at ourselves in the mirror and recognise our truth way. We should be able to decide how we feel about our skin, our hair, our hands, our bodies without someone weighing in on what they think we should do, who we should be, how we should live. We should be able to love deeply and freely, cherished for how multi faceted and fluid we are. Fuck, we should be able to be curious about who we are, and spend our lives following that curiousity while putting on a unbelievable, sequene filled show and tell of our souls.

I’m doing my part by unraveling the stories we have been told, and you’re doing yours by being here and being you.