I’m being such a social butterfly lately, I don’t recognize myself. Making new friends! And I’m having fun at that! It’s nuts!
uncovering the you that was always there
2025.04.24trans joy
2025.04.23foodies
2025.04.11I went to a tinned foods tasting event last night and oh my god it was A-MA-ZING. Five stars, would do again, and I’m not even a seafood person.

There is, even from me, a bit of a bias regarding tinned foods, and it disappeared completely after this. Everything was so delicious, from the ceviche above, to the sardines with mozzarella in tomato sauce, or the mussels in a thai-style yellow curry sauce.

As I said, I’m not a seafood person, especially shellfish (the hard ones, mussels, clams, scallops etc.) and yet this was like no shellfish I’ve eaten before. I expected, coming in, to not really like one or two of these at a minimum. But there was none of that. I would have happily had seconds of every single dish offered, and there were 13 of them! (including two desserts)

I’ll definitely repeat the experience, and next time I’ll work harder on convincing my friends to join me.
If you’re in Barcelona and want to do this, follow La Conservera Bcn on Instagram to stay up to date.
music cures all ills
2025.04.09A recurring dream of mine for years was to get a tenor sax (after I got the alto in 2008), and maybe, some day a piano…

I got the tenor a little over two years ago, a beautiful piece from Thomann. And as of yesterday, my little music corner is finally complete with my new Donner DD80 Plus.
I can already tell that this thing is going to cure many a low moment. I’m still going to therapy, mind! But life got a little easier, a little more beautiful.
And for that, I’m grateful.
ups and downs
2025.04.07Dysphoria hits, I hit back.
Depression hits, I hit back.
I get up again the next day.
I’m tired.
But I’m not done yet.
There are things I’m looking forward to this month. Things I hope will be beautiful, things I dread will be heartbreaking again (they’re the same things of course) I try not to get my hopes up and just go with the flow, I try to remove expectations from the equations, but the math keeps mathing on its own in my subconscious, like gears turning without a brake to control them.
I overthink and I overfeel. I stopped overloving at least, or at least I think I did. I kept only the hopeless in hopeless romantic, but I try to remember the romantic.
I ramble on paper, on screen, and in my head.
(Mostly in my head)
I still get carried away but I cautiously rein it in with intention, with fear, with despair.
With sorrow and resignation
I choose to rein it in and compress it back into a small ball, tucked into the deepest corners of my soul, present but ignored.
Left on the side of the road.
Healing in a non-linear fashion.
Because hope is a fossil fuel
Burning off dead dreams
And I realize, in time,
That I’m running out of dreams.
TDoV
2025.03.31When I go out
Visibly fem
Visibly queer
I don’t care that you clock me
I don’t do it so you can side-eye and sneer
I don’t do it so you can wonder
what’s in my pants or who I sleep with
I don’t do it to turn your kids gay or trans
I do it for my queer siblings still closeted
I do it for our queer kids who are growing up afraid
in a world hostile to them
I do it so they know that I’m here for them
That I got their back
And there is hope and love and community
Even when the world tells you there isn’t
I’m telling them “you’re safe with me”
And if it bothers you?
Kindly go fuck yourself
And get out of my way
#transdayofvisibility 🏳️⚧️
changing winds
2025.03.20It’s becoming clearer every day that a change of tack is necessary. So let’s make it happen.
I’m putting comedy on hold for now. My last show was an absolute blast and I’m leaving on this high, until further notice. I’m changing some things about my appearance (which may or may not be an attempt at fending off depression 👀 don’t ask). And I’m gonna be back in earnest to make TCG happen by the end of year.
You don’t complain about the wind, you just adjust the sails.
there are two types of…
2025.02.21There’s a saying in aviation that goes “There are two types of pilots, the ones who have crashed, and the ones who will.”
Similarly, in comedy, “There are two types of comedians, the ones who have bombed, and the ones who will.”
And as of yesterday with Show #18, I’m in the former.
It’s an interesting learning experience, to say the least. And as unpleasant as it was, I’m glad I had it before going to Lisbon in two weeks. Gives me an opportunity to plan for contingencies.
We never stop learning.
poetry scraps #18
2025.02.10I left the door ajar for a while
Not out of hope but of denial
Poetic delusion bound to dissolve
Now I’ve closed it
Its lock rusty with tears
Its key close to my heart
Out of reach
poetry scraps #17
2025.02.09As I walked through the depths of hell
I did not look back like Orpheus
I stayed true
A mantra in my mind
That this was a beginning
Trudging in the shadows towards the light
Bloodied knees and unbroken resolve
I snatched it all back
My sanity
My life
My love
My hope
I did not go through the depths of hell
To regain my tranquility
So I would lose it now
To an undeserving heart
I keep going
Stumbling maybe
But forward
Unchained