Essay Four: No Funeral for the Living
Coming out sounds simple when you reduce it to the mechanics of it. You tell somebody who you are, they react, and from that point forward there is a new piece of…
Death Metal and Girl Shit
Essays on hormones, blast beats, and questionable life decisions
Tap either footboard · or play A + L
From the notebook
Latest essays
Essay Three: Once the Shell Breaks
Death metal has never had much interest in putting things back the way it found them. Bodies split open, bones break, skin tears, worlds end, and whatever crawls out…
Essay Two: The Radio Was Always Static
A few days ago I had one of those days where everything felt enormous. Nothing about it made me think estrogen was a mistake, and I was not looking for a way to turn…
Essay One: Death Metal Was Never Boy Shit
I liked death metal before I knew I was a woman. For most of my life I would have phrased that differently and said I liked death metal before I was a woman, because…