Category Archives: Writing

Don’t vote your conscience, vote your vagina.

A couple of days ago, I tweeted “So, according to @wikileaks, @realDonaldTrump has no emails with evidence that he’s a psychotic #sexualpredator #fascist fucktard? Weird!” The next morning, there were responses from the Trump camp saying, “Trump doesn’t use email.” and “You don’t know how wikileaks works.” I immediately blocked those people and deleted the tweet. These TrumpContinue reading “Don’t vote your conscience, vote your vagina.”

Call for Submissions: UnApologetic Women

http://www.unapologeticwomen.com October 11, 2016: A little over a year ago, I met my relatives in the hotel restaurant for the breakfast buffet. I said hello to my aunt and uncle, and walked off to peruse the perfectly cubed potatoes, the gorgeously golden brown french toast wedges, and the cascades of strawberries and blueberries over mountainsContinue reading “Call for Submissions: UnApologetic Women”

Own Your Shit, an Open Letter to Brock Turner

Dear Brock Turner, Truthfully, every time I think of you and your shitty family, it is not easy for me to channel my inner Martin Luther King. And maybe that’s the paradox, your disgusting existence makes me try to be the best example of humanity I can strive for. If I am speaking as TraceyContinue reading “Own Your Shit, an Open Letter to Brock Turner”

Own Your Shit, An Open Letter to Johnny Depp

Dear Johnny Depp, Unfortunately, we live in a world where celebrities can abuse women and for the most part, it has no lasting impact on their career. You could make another movie in a couple of years and everyone will have forgotten or forgiven the fact that you beat up your much younger wife throughoutContinue reading “Own Your Shit, An Open Letter to Johnny Depp”

Lion’s Gate, August 12, 2016

What does poetry sound like these days? I thought it was for the young I thought it was for the idealists What would this poem even look like? How would it feel, the crushing weight Of our Joyless Selves Everything is made in our image. Is it even interesting? Everything has been done and historyContinue reading “Lion’s Gate, August 12, 2016”

#wearenotafraid #weareorlando

My mother’s family is from Ireland, and as a result, island blood pumps through my veins. When you’re from an island, you think the world is a tiny place, and so you make it so, approaching every social gathering with a gregariousness that assumes we have been friends and family forever. Irish, Puerto Rican, Cubans,Continue reading “#wearenotafraid #weareorlando”

The Tragedy of Comedy; Drugs and Depression.

In 1997, I had my first session with a therapist. She regarded me with uncertainty. She looked at me like we were acquaintances out to lunch and I was inappropriately dumping all my shit on her. “Aren’t you going to ask me some questions?” I asked her. “What do you think I should ask?” sheContinue reading “The Tragedy of Comedy; Drugs and Depression.”