Posts Tagged: ‘cult’

never a brand

July 25, 2020 Posted by the writer

I will never be a brand. A publisher or PR person will have an issue with this. And all this associates with why I’ve never wanted my ART to be my salary.

Money is gross. The world has been built and warped in westernised ways where it takes bread to get by. I get that. That’s why I worked for so long with the trust in our higher power that freedom would eventually find me and give me the capacity to help and do my greatest good.

I’m swimming in that now blahg family… flying free like usual. But super close to figuring ‘it’ out.

There are too many sides of me to be anything. So many successfuls shit on about their brand. I’m happy they’ve got money, but I can’t relate.

I feel like what makes me ME and enables me to add the greatest value to US is that I don’t align myself completely with anything. I mean, I’m an Artist. I’m spiritual.

That’s what I’ve got. Beyond that, see me any day and make a judgement if you need to.

It’s really gross (to me) that the new new is to hear humans getting money for some sort of mention about this or that being ‘on brand’.

What the fuck does that even mean?

I can’t ever let anyone direct my Art because that’s what the business wants.

My experience in business was writing for real business. All those pieces everyone complains about but inadvertently participates in every day… I researched it Wall Street style for close to a decade.

My art isn’t a business. I will never write the way anyone tells me to. I don’t need or want the approval of a system to validate my soul. I don’t need Amazon to put out my pieces. I can’t stomach advertisements on any corporate medium.

OMFG.

… I think I’m going to start talking every day again.

Love, miss and value you blahg cult. One love. Always.

These are my two favourite songs today. Suck that up your brand.

#writerslife fuckers x o x

quite a flash

July 24, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

Wow… it’s been over three months, quite a flash indeed.

It’s been seven months since I’ve had to work for anyone. I’ve spent this time traveling, thinking, meditating, dancing on the beach, raising the newest puppy (Pascal who joined us on Easter) and completely indulging in this new era of my life.

Today I booked a motorhome to travel to the top end of Australia in a bit over two weeks’ time. There is blue water and rain forests up there that have been whispering to me for ages. I’m going to pop up to explore, and come November, relocate.

Having this time to mySelf is inexplicable. I suppose in some ways it’s been a bit selfish to shut myself off to the world. I changed my phone number twice in the past six months; I’ve moved house five times in the past two years and have been back and forth to New York City three times during the same timeframe — the amount of self-reflection going down is off the charts.

Curiously, while I hold a true love for good people (which I still believe are most); I’ve never been an overly social person. FollowMeToNYC was started as something to get me out of my comfort zone going through an icky divorce. And although the project and efforts completely succeeded in that regard, it’s completely lush being back in my own comfort zone — which is sticking to myself and hiding out.

The eight year anniversary of a best friend‘s suicide is next week. His little sister has become my little sister and she and I agree he couldn’t have left either of us with a more precious gift.

Prior to putting out Poetry Volumes One, Two and Three in a three-year period, I was simmering for a long time. Scribbling in notebooks, keeping secrets, climbing trees and exploring love in so many ways.

I feel like for the past few years I’ve been in a similar state. With my birthday on the September horizon, I’m ready for new art.

Having no pressure on me, no responsibilities, no one to answer to and this complete, new freedom which I’ve managed to achieve while remaining totally independent following my first divorce is nothing less than utter bliss.

I just wanted to check in and let everyone know I’m thinking of you and the time I spent/spend amongst these plus-thousand posts.

I promise to take you along on my adventure north… we leave 10 August.

Up up and away…

corona chronicles (1)

March 22, 2020 Posted by the writer

Family…. I love you and hope all of you and yours and ours are chillin…

So…

I’ve been on so much extra level silence for so long. This cunty virus came out while I was leaving New York City in February.

Anyways, y’all should already know I hate the fucking press.

This exact week last year, I was in New York City handling my business. My best friend of 36 years strong shouted my airfare to get me to Manhattan in time for what I had to handle why my traumatised then husband bitched out with some whore in Spain.

I literally had zero cents to my name sons…

Ponder that.

… can’t make it up kid.

You quarantined or what? To be hiding in Robina Qld at the moment is alright. Watching people drop dead is fucked up and sad. I don’t care what the media pukes, I listen to the leaders sometimes because I respect the Writers telling them what to say.

I’ve made a really good life doing that in my spare time… as some of you have followed all of these years.

It’s weird that big outlets like YouTube are telling influencers to not say Coronavirus.

Today is post one of the Corona Chronicles. I really need to post daily immediately. I’m snapped out and need to link something.

I hope and know family will find my weird web pocket and read it while they’re stuck inside. I like that and will chat more about what I’m on about tomorrow.

As a Writer. Nothing is better than a global agreement to stay inside and think. My daily spreads and it tickles.

extra. so much.

March 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

I got divorced again last week. Lucky number three…

I have made new friends who I’m helping. I may have found a third dog.

Every time I get this happy… which has only happened two times before…

I have k(NO)w

De –

– sire

To say any(thing).

One love.

Ps:

and then i was in nyc

January 28, 2020 Posted by the writer

I decided ten days ago Manhattan was calling. I had been in a fairly shit mood for like two weeks and I needed a quick fix.

So last Friday, I hopped on a plane and am currently hibernating amongst chilly treetops and windy street blocks.

Since I left Manhattan to go back to Australia in June 2018, I’ve been freelancing.

The dopest thing about being a freelance Writer is setting yourself up to work a month, have a month to yourself, work a month, play for a month… or more. Sometimes two months. Sometimes three.

It’s not the most financially lucrative way of living, but swinging it has been a blessing. And if I hadn’t spent eight years slaying as a word nerd in Manhattan, I don’t reckon I would have been able to work my career quite same way.

That said, I recently met some friends that run a business in the Phillipines who would be very keen to snatch up a full-time Writer. There aren’t actually that many of us around. I mean, anyone can write and should write… the professional game gets a bit different.

I’m going to hide out in the city with trips to the sticks until Friday week. This is the third time I’ve been able to get from Australia to the city in the past three months.

When I fired this page up ten years ago, I could barely afford flying one way…

I’m still feeling quite internal but the feeling is where I connect to what’s around me. It blows my mind I updated this page every day for over five years.

A lot changes in five years. Even more changes in ten.

Like I nodded to in my Jeffree Star mention, I’m kind of shocked by online behaviours these days. I can honestly say if the same amount of internet hate was getting slung around ten years ago, I probably wouldn’t have built this blahg.

I really love connecting with like-minded tribal members and enjoy spending time with beautiful people. I’m away from glowing screens as much as I can be. These days I turn my phone off for open-ended periods of time and stay away from computers as much as I can.

I guess I’ve come back to who I was before I dipped into FollowMeToNYC. An enhanced version, naturally. I believe women are like wine.

I’m going to go pour more blue ink into my black leather book. I hope you are all happy, healthy and beaming. I’m really trying to change back to daily posts, but I’ve been trying for a couple years now. I’m onto new art projects that I’ll share as they unravel. But best believe, my gypsy bounce has never been springier.

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