these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.
Showing posts with label doctor's office. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctor's office. Show all posts

Sep 19, 2009

hysterical...

well, no nudity at the doctor's office yesterday. yippee! but of course they always want to schedule that kind of thing before you leave if you're a woman. i swear the idea of the "wandering uterus" still exists in medicine. ha! they can deny it as much as they like but i've noticed that every single friggin time i go to the doctor for anything, they always want to schedule an appointment to look at my female parts. always. and there is absolutely no history of any kind of cancer in my family. none. but there's the not-so-secret assumption that if you've got a uterus you're insane or at least prone to insanity and that the uterus will birth out all your dark secrets. hysteria! what a bunch of weirdos.

today i get to go on an art store shopping spree. maybe i'll let my uterus pick a few things out too. :)