A repository of attempts to turn my terror of writing into practice. May these words escape lightly.

autobiography

  • Ignorance is your new best friend

    During my high school years, I was never in student politics, nor did I join any sports club or scholastic team. I also didn’t date anybody – not to out myself as a go-homer who never did anything or anyone.… Continue reading

    Ignorance is your new best friend
  • A woman’s hiding place in the revolution

    International Women’s Day has come and gone. I had my boots on the ground in a March 8th march, held up demanding signs, symbolized the fuck out of my presence on the streets of Brussels for hours. I scrubbed floors… Continue reading

    A woman’s hiding place in the revolution
  • Ang kwentong malansa ni Aling Isda

    Ang hindi magmahal sa kanyang salita / mahigit sa hayop at malansang isda. Sa Aking Mga Kabata, 1868 The famous quote, often attributed to Jose Rizal, recently washed back up on the shore of my thoughts like a floundering aquatic… Continue reading

    Ang kwentong malansa ni Aling Isda