Anaemic idolator and adjective addict, I have one foot in this reality and one in another at all times.

My inner life is a luscious, horrifying labyrinth that I cope with by inviting people into it. Only the strange and marvellous grounds me here: drag, ballet, rave culture, protest art, filth and glory.

My most recent writing deals with CPTSD and trauma recovery through the arts.