memories of wanton moments
on the dancefloor
using alcohol to ease the
introduction of
flesh to flesh
to translate
the connection of
eyes across a room
no longer so appealing without
the haze of intoxication
coupled with
the hunger of youth
forget all that past
the moon is dark tonight
don’t look for those
old truths
we are shrouded
no one can see us
let’s just dance
I graduated from UC Irvine in 2007, moved to Los Angeles, and worked with arts/community organizations throughout the city from 2007-2012. Most formative have been my experiences with Tuesday Night Project and Asian American lesbian web series That's What She Said. Recently, I was a First-Year Public Ally and S. Mark Taper Foundation Fellow working as a case manager with homeless and low-income seniors in Downtown Los Angeles' Skid Row.
I'm currently spreading roots to Oakland, CA while continuing to be very much in love with Los Angeles.
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