
Here’s a fun one. Sexuality. Bodies. Nudity. All of the things that art is perpetually enamored by.

I’m listening to the dishwasher, thinking of how many stories that gentle sound tells me each time that I hear it. These are those stories.

I prepared for the grief, but I did not prepare for the joy. I didn’t know that it would be there also.
Spinning Visions was created as an ode to love, art, and other messy things that make my head spin. It is a space for documenting experience and exploring thought. It is also the thing that makes me lose all sense of time and place. You can click here to learn more.
It should also be noted that I probably shouldn’t be telling you half of what is on here, but that I don’t really know how not to.
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