Schedule is up. I’m so happy I could cry.
This is so much gold! Also please come see us on Saturday right before the dinner break <3 <3
This month is exceptionally challenging: my partner is moving away for 1.5 months for business, photo and video stuff has organically become incredibly busy, band is bumping with awesome activity, job is averaging far about average forty hour work weeks, it’s an incredibly animal rights social month with a tons of events to support allies, upping fitness ante, while trying to make time for valuable friendships. I’m supposed to be on the radio too this coming week? All very exciting, just occasionally a little much.
It’s sometimes nice to just vocalize “AAHHH,” and know someone read it. Anyhow. Woo! Here’s a b roll shot during our newest photo shoot for the Humane League.
Last week was the first time I left the state of Massachusetts for a recreational purpose. Nine hours we were in El Paso driving on a dirt road alternating between bro dude rock core - religious zealout and romance ballads sung in spanish radio stations to this house: The Hacienda.
From my loose understanding and perhaps at this point, holes embellished by my imagination, Hueco Hacienda was built in the 70s by someone of some Christian affiliation. After his cult (?) following (?) his neo field of dreams “build it and they will come” attempt went belly up, the house stood on the cusp of Hueco Tanks National Park for years until it was swooped it up, restored to its prior glory and is now a bumping climber-sleep-spot during the cooler months of November-April.
This Southwestern adobe swoon fest made me so nostalgic for Southern California.
Spent the last week climbing outdoors for the first time. It challenged me mentally and physically and Im leaving Texas with the motivation and drive to become way way stronger. And a sunburn. My fingers are already itching to get on granite again.
Also, I took a lot of photos and wrote some stuff that Ill be posting when this nine hours of travelling nightmare ends.
Last summer, a friend made a posting about starting an all grrl band. Thus began Yonic Boom, a queertastic pop punk project that involved much snacking, knee kissing and fun. It was the first band I’d ever been in and the first time basically ever that I played music. Yonic Boom taught me SO much about friendship, music and collaboration.
This is our one and only album, and it’s a ton of fun. If you’re into pop punk, have had your heart broken, have wanted to fuck someone up for sexual harassment, have had crushes, like justice and dislike Justin Bieber, then check it out. Also if you wanted to make a donation to pay for our recording/the parking tickets accrued from playing shows, that would be greatly appreciated.
Also side note: really excited for the next musical chapter that’s less poppy and more hardcore-y in my life with so many amazing talented wonderful people I can’t even handle it.
Really really excited for the Humane League to have a proper online store. Evie/Sabertooth Bakery stopped by for her up close and personal. If you’re interested in modeling please let me know!
Women tend to be photographed specifically in a few gender-specific poses. Today during my photoshoot we experimented with reclaiming masculine “poses” generally and sexually.
This series got NSFW, and while they’re beautiful images I’m still on the fence about sharing them here.
Spitting Earth at f. 2.8 and 50mm.