I’ve been thinking about identity, identities. I had this moment on the streetcar in KC. It felt as if a breeze from an open window blew through me, taking with it a layer of an older identity, one that no longer serves me. A familiar feeling followed. Another identity, layer, rose from my core. Like clothing, like skin, like a vehicle for my being in a new time and place. The colors became more vivid. And I wondered if that is what is meant when one says “identity.”



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 If we are made up of 93% stardust,

If we are made up of 93% stardust,

 and average approximately 3 billion heartbeats in a lifetime,

and average approximately 3 billion heartbeats in a lifetime,

 even if centuries separate us,

even if centuries separate us,

 might we still share the same heart?

might we still share the same heart?


 

Animation with Lee Lynch reading from The Swashbuckler for the Legacies of Lesbian Literature project.

 

 
There are signs all around us. Created at a residency in Cauterets, France, Les Signes de la Vie reimagines road signs as life signs.
 

 

Created for the "one night stand" film fest where you receive an object, theme and line of dialogue and have 10 hours to make a film.

 

 
A gender free stick figure struggles with boxes.