Will you love me?

I'm leaving Portland. My home. My love for the past two years. Last night at 2:00 a.m. I picked up my car keys and a blanket from my bed and curled up in the driver's seat of my car. I needed to cry, long and hard. The walls in my house are thin and I didn't walk to wake up my roommates.

This site is a developing space. I'll write the developments of my artistic career. I'll write the intricacies of my magical reality.

And I want people to have a place to come to stay in touch with me.