Gina. Writer, cultural worker, queer cripple, genderqueer femme, Paisano strega, fat sex worker, devout pervert, earnest nerd.
This tumblr used to be a personal blog, but now it is mostly where I go to: check up on far-away friends, blow off steam, be silly, post pictures of my cats, talk about which David Bowie song is the queerest, & etc.
If you're a fan of my writing, take a peek at my current manuscript in progress: How To Have A Body.
Thanks for stopping by my little corner of the internet. Enjoy your stay. <3
“This is one of my ideals for how people should be with each other. This trust. This openness. This frank affection. I can describe it and laud it until the whole jumbo-size can of Crisco is gone, but I can’t really put you in that room. I don’t know how to make more of the world like it is inside that room. I cannot model it for others by myself because the interaction is the thing to see, to emulate. Some days, I am afraid that this culture will be lost. I hope not.”
— From “A Night with the Boys,” on fukshot (one of my new favorite blogs from one of my new favorite people — <3, Marlene).