Chinatown, NYC. After the sight of the fly in the bathroom, I couldn't stop crying. It was giant, black, and bulbous, and looked like a flying cancerous spider. My neighbors cook dogs. I know because the smell smells like if dogs were burning. The flies from Chinatown get this dog meat, too, from the trash, but it's mixed with battery acid or something and makes them mutate. It's not from hell that these demons come; they are locals.
I always get what I wish for, and sometimes it comes with consequences and responsibilities I don't expect, which tarnishes the glory of the initial wish.
I feel like the first part of my career in my 20s was to establish myself as an artist, and that the part of my career I'm in now is to use that to serve a higher purpose. I realize now that what I was once doing only for myself to survive had to happen for the building block of what I'm doing today to serve the community, the Goddess, and the planet.
I'm doing graphic novels, and the Gasoline book and movie to help guide myself and others through the apocalypse, and to help the environment. I also am doing a self-help book/TV series for teens (The Excorsisters) to help troubled teens, particularly girls, through tough issues like body image, cutting and angst management, drug abuse, sex, politics, and a woman's role in a sick patriarchy. I'm doing both Gasoline and The Excorsisters at the same time, with art and music, and making it look cool to do the right thing. It is a learning process for me as well. I now feel like I am being guided and have put my life/fate in the hands of a higher power.
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I'll be signing copies of Gasoline at Counter Media (927 SW Oak St, Portland, OR, nearby Powell's City of Books) on Thursday, December 18th.
Hope to see you there!