I spent most of my twenties trying—and mostly failing—to avoid the internet. Or at least, the parts of it that involve curated selfhood, group chats that never die, and ambient pressure to have a brand. I don't thrive when I'm reachable at all times. I like the idea of logging off.
I've mostly stayed away from social media. Not quite hot enough for Instagram, not clever enough for Twitter/X, allergic to anything that expects constant updates. But I know people sometimes want to keep up with what I'm doing, and occasionally I want a space to put things.
So: this site. A compromise. No scroll, no inbox, no platform logic. Just a place to post things I've made.
Mostly that's poetry: about being trans, being hot, falling in love, ruining my life, un-ruining it, doing it all again. Some of it's a bit raw. Some of it's too polished. Most of it's trying to tell the truth in some way.
If you're here: Hi! Welcome. Have a look around.
— Dom ✨