Clown white doesn't come off in one pass. A personal story about how I can never take myself seriously no matter how hard I try. Notes on the history whiteface and Auguste, the clown egg registry, the Indigenous medicine of laughter, the tyranny of irony, and what it costs to never learn how to come down.
The "Years Ago Today" plugin on my blog just reminded me that I linked to GTA V GeoGuesser four years ago. I clicked just for a laugh, oh, maybe I still remember, haha - and I wasn't really prepared what a deep feeling of nostalgia and (I guess?) homesickness this would trigger.A long time ago...
it has always been a struggle for me to make friends. ever since i was a young child i've been ostracised, pushed out + bullied by so-called "friends". i never understood what i'd done "wrong" or what was so bad about me that people treated me so badly. i wanted to chat about some of the hardest thing i've found about friendships as a neurodivergent person (who didn't know they were neurodivergent most of their life!)
After wrapping up my Isaan journey, I discovered (the hard way) that flying out of Korat wasn’t an option. So I hit the road and drove straight to Pattaya — about six hours — which turned out to be the fastest way to get there. The goal was simple: meet my friend Eli again and...