Things are not the same as they were before

Friday night
rain rain rain

Over the past few weeks my life has changed greatly.

Here's how:
I can no longer call the man I've been in love with for 2 years my boyfriend. You already knew that. But I love him still, the severity of which came as a surprise even to myself. I miss him deeply.

I'm taking a portrait class at the Brooklyn Museum every Sunday and so far I'm really pleased with my work. I like who I am as an artist and I think that's important. I've realized this is something that makes me feel connected to the rest of the world, it's something that excites and challenges me, I want to do more of this, always.

You can now find my signature on a lease! As of Monday the 15th of this very month I officially reside on Metropolitan Avenue in a Brooklyn neighborhood far from the one I grew up in with people who are not my mother or a gaggle of cats. I can't believe this is actually happening. I'm nervous and terrified and excited and stressed and so happy I could do a lot of dancing without getting very tired. But first, I pack.

I have no hair. See below video. A crazy man named Gerard chopped it all off whilst I sat on a stage in the middle of a bustling convention center under glaring lights in front of a crowd of strangers with video cameras. Watching as all that was once atop my head fell into my hands as silver scissors snipped, I quickly learned what being a hair model meant and will forever avoid any and all invites to International Beauty Shows in the future.


I have no boyfriend, I have no hair, I am an artist, I'm not a very good model, I'm moving on, I'm moving out.