02.12.17 – to Halie
I am doing alright and still transitioning. Each place has its own shit and here is no different…
…Big hug and big love to you strong woman. You can do this and you are enough. Put your face in whatever sun appears in that frozen tundra and march on. We got this even if our inner scared little girls argue with us all the time… xoxoxo
07.16.17 – from Halie
This was a nice reminder to be gentle with myself in times of transition. It takes time to continuously adjust and reflect – especially with large life events. The lessons and ideas you taught have always comforted and fueled me through the struggle of dancing and making work. I feel deeply understood and hopeful that I am on the right path – even through it is difficult. I am really grateful for how open you are with the struggle of transitions and navigating hardship. I miss your presence, the grounded movement in my body, and your mentorship. It’s hard out here! But your honestly helps me be softer with myself.
Frida Kahlo – one of a kind
“You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.
You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.
You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”
February 3rd, 2016
It sounds like you can hear a human being’s fingers all over it. it sounds like bedroom culture. it sounds like something a girl made in her bedroom.
a girl’s bedroom sometimes can be this space of real creativity, the problem is that these bedrooms are all cut off from each other. so how do you take that bedroom that you’re cut off from, to all the other girls who are in their bedroom secretly writing secret things, making secret songs. I wanted the Julie Ruins record to sound like a girl from her bedroom made this record but didn’t just throw it away, or it wasn’t just in her diary but she took it out and shared it with people.
From ‘The Punk Singer’