A couple reflections on the delicate thing that is self-perception. Since I began wearing wigs for universal autoimmune hair loss in 2017, I have consistently maintained a strict visual delineation between my work self and my, shall we say, unshackled self. Yes, there are practical reasons that one’s work wig of choice might be plainer,... Continue Reading →
OK, We’re About to Get Journal-ly.
But I'm telling myself it's all right because lots of people will be able to relate to it, and it also ties into my pet theme of control. [Album, you ask? What's this about an album? Ohhh, yes, THAT album. I promise it will drop eventually.]Ahem. One thing that makes a person feel pretty out... Continue Reading →