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 →
Remembrances from a Life of Goth-Adjacency*
I just kicked off a long weekend by falling down a YouTube k-hole. The result being that I watched the 2019 documentary Scary Stories. Like many millennials of a certain age, I remember Alvin Schwartz's iconic horror anthology Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (SSTTIND), that irresistible fetish object, as a staple of our... Continue Reading →