Kill your heroes

Views from the Outside

From the perspective of many fans, racism and general cruelty of humankind seemed to make Jackson a target.
Read More…

To infinity and beyond

But, I told myself, if Thor could handle having to battle the Hulk on a trash planet, I could handle UC Berkeley. And so I did. I closed out my mostly joyful, occasionally thorny freshman year at Cal, feeling like a newly-minted adult.
Read More…

Telling my story

Views from the Outside

And in comedy, self-deprecation has to be the excess of self-awareness in order for it to be successful, and I was always a glutton.
Read More…

Ursula’s Eulogy

I think of your appearance: A big woman, gaudy for your bright makeup, which sat as an alarm against your deep purple skin.
Read More…

Mi vida con Frida

Cutting Room Floor

I imagined that Frida was a woman who grappled with the same identity struggle that I had been toying with my entire life.
Read More…

Music to my qu-ears

At nearly every moment in my life, music has been the water and the sunlight and the rich soil that sprouted this anxiety-riddled mess of a songstress. Music wove itself into my life, secured by all these little lessons I taught myself.
Read More…

Golden coins

So here I am, a few days before my 21st birthday, demanding myself to incorporate art into my day and honestly, it’s exhausting. But yesterday, when I arrived at Slim’s and Ezra Collective started dancing on the stage for us, I rediscovered what Balmeo had been saying this whole time.
Read More…

Mother knows best

Cutting Room Floor

I knew my lines perfectly, so much that almost two years after I took my last curtain call in patchily applied stage makeup, I’m still struggling not to act them out in college.
Read More…

Love in all the wrong playlists

Cutting Room Floor

These playlists hold everything I have ever experienced, from the utter joy I felt laughing and screaming with friends on a spontaneous beach day to the churning I felt in my stomach during a fumbled kiss in the dark that I knew would be our last.
Read More…