queer - anarchist - witch - feminist - antiracist - byker - knitter - farmer - nudist - cook - radical ecologist - caregiver - poet

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I am a sober, responsible and eager to meet new and interesting people.

Pourquoi je suis sur Couchsurfing

I am a huge fan of traveling, reciprocity and meeting people. I am planning a big zig zag cycle tour across the UK this June and July.

During my early 20s, before my sobriety and transition, I hosted travelers through CouchSurfing in a big apartment which I co-occupied in Brooklyn. I appreciate all of the "positive references" I have from that time, but I must say I believe the person I was back then would probably scoff at the person I am now. That being said, I am also convinced that "growing up" is a trap.

Centres d'intérêt

being kind, being of service, avoiding capitalism

• poetry
• cooking
• cycling
• ecology
• squatting

Morceaux de musique, films et livres

I am not into favoritism or hierarchy...

Une aventure extraordinaire que j'ai vécue

June 2015 I went on my first bike touring trip from NYC to Philly, then NYC to Montreal and finally Montreal to NYC. I rode a total of 950 miles and averaged 55 miles/day. I absolutely LOVE living on my bicycle; it is a truly magical experience. I mostly camped along the way, but I would love to get better at finding people to meet on my journey through CouchSurfing as well as Warm Showers.

Enseignez, apprenez, partagez

MASH Mansion apartment shack or house, nest cave dormitory prison cell hostel hovel park hospital flat dwelling surreal estate. Is there enough space for me here? Here is my homework. I am slowly learning how to be home free. But I am not without shelter, even if it is my tent. Privilege in how I choose to live this way, the same way the powers that be choose to let buildings go to waste. I am an eternal homecoming queen. Always homeward bound, constantly going to my home away from Home away from home away from home away fay from home. Away from a home country, built by slaves and hardworking poor immigrants. A homeland wounded and spewing puss, exposed before the healing can begin. Hocus hopeless hostless holding on horrified forever homing. As a child I heard stories of my mother finding arrowheads in the soil where we lived. But it took years to fully comprehend that this earthly temple that we called our property was stolen. In fact, every place I have ever called home has been on stolen land… Is it any wonder, then, that when I travel back to the nations of my ancestors, the parental lands of my mother country, that I become a squatter? Warm bed warm shower warm friends warm food joy laughter welcoming warmth even when I am in a sleeping bag. Rolling rocks gather no moss but they chip away and break other rocks while they are at it and bounce off the other ones sitting still and I wonder if there is a bottom to this hill. I am passing by so much, it is impossible to stop, settle or even slow my roll. I guess the whole hill is my home. Can’t I just live on the internet? At the same address no matter where I am. Because home spelled backwards is Emoh. Home is a poem in and of itself and there are a trillion ways to write it. Home Alone hands slap my face and I scream When what who where and why is home. Here I am healing here. Where I stand. Home is not my childhood places, those spaces were torn in two. Home is not some starting point where I come and go from. Home is where I am going, not where I have been. Home is endless possibilities. Home is a street corner where I sit writing poetry. Home is comfort. Home is where I find myself. Home is in the sunlight, on mars and all through the stars. Home is my bicycle. Home is my path. Home is the next step ahead, where my next step will land, the ground in front of me, the home stretch. Home is in and of me, a literal homebody. Home is in my bones. Home is in my breath. Coming and going. Again and again.

Ce que j'aimerais partager avec mes hôtes

I am hoping to write bespoke poems with my Schreibmaschine in exchange for anything folks want to share with me. I also have a chapbook of poems I wrote in this manner while living in Dublin. Additionally, I like cleaning, gardening, and any sort of manual labor :-)

Pays que j'ai visités

Canada, Costa Rica, England, Ireland, Scotland, Sweden

Pays dans lesquels j'ai vécu

Germany, Ireland, United States