it murmurs inside. it murmurs. inside is the pain of speech the pain to say. larger still. greater than is the pain not to say. to not say. says nothing against the pain to speak. it festers inside. the wound, liquid, dust. must break. must void.
hey, i'm jae (they/them), in my 30s, living in the southern US, & sort of figuring it out. i have lots of things i feel excited and passionate about but don't always know where to put them. the idea of having a quiet space to write about my interests at length was appealing, so i'm here now.
things i write about (but it's all over the map):
- movies with a big emphasis on queer & international cinema
- books with a focus on trans / gender diverse & postcolonial literature
- identity, including my own experiences of being queer, mixed race (white/korean), & autistic