Coming to Miami for the second time this year for Art Basel 2025 rejuvenates my spirit. I feel more alive there, held by a kind of “main character” energy that I do not always feel in Southern California. Traveling during week ten of the quarter and the beginning of finals made something click for me:... Continue Reading →
Everything Is Political Including the Dancefloor
Frankie Knuckles People love to say "not everything is political." But life itself is political. From the air we breathe, the food we eat, and the spaces where we gather. Music has always been part of that fight, whether on a sweaty dancefloor in Chicago, a warehouse in LA, a drag performance in Puerto Rico,... Continue Reading →
We Don’t Need Coachella, We ARE Coachella
Personal Archives: Scorpio, Molly, and Yapdos at Afternoon Umbrella This weekend felt like a love letter to the kind of joy you cannot buy a ticket for. My friend Molly drove all the way from Ventura county to spend the weekend with me and Chuy. No big plans, just vibes. But also me and my... Continue Reading →