A Tail of 3 Cocks

Old Guard, as they called him, ruled the countryside for years and surrounded himself with an orderly harem. He took it upon himself to act as protector and leader, and it could be said that he was respected, although there was some spite among the women in regards to the large wooden door that locked…

Home on the Farm

It’s been interesting going back through and posting my old writing. Such an incredible memory jog (the main reason I started sending travel updates in the first place)…but also a fascinating indicator of what I’ve chosen to focus on and share over the years. It’s made me realize I have done little to no writing…

New Music Video!

Once upon a time I met and was immediately inspired by an amazing woman named Karolina Lux. Apparently she felt the same about me because she wrote a song about me (though she was too shy to tell me for months)! Well, that song became a real thing and now it’s a full on music…

Chronicles of a life in Transit: Lipstick

She approached the bus stop on 23rd and Burnside with a frantic energy that caught me off guard.  I was in the process of checking the next arrival time on my phone as she began asking each person waiting there if we knew when it would come, so I did not yet have an answer…

Cuba 2012

Cuba…Cuba…Cuba…while here I must constantly remind myself that this place cannot and should not be compared to anything I have ever seen, smelled, or felt before.  White is certainly the color of Cuba, and I don’t mean white skin.  It is the color of Santeria-the afro Cuban answer to imposed Catholicism which proved a very…

Joining the Band March 2012

Life in the fast lane is certainly possible now that March Fourth Marching Band has a new bus, and my life has certainly adopted a new pace since I moved up to Portland in March with the hope of joining the M4 dance team.  I met most of the band last summer at High Sierra…