My name’s Ryan, but around here, I go by SlickSaint.
I’m 33. Southern-born, neurodivergent, queer. I’ve carried a lot—shame, silence, survival. For a long time, I didn’t believe I deserved to feel strong. Or sexy. Or sacred.
But I’m still here. Still standing. And I’m choosing to fight—not just in the ring, but for myself.
This blog is where I track my boxing journey, but it’s bigger than workouts or weight. This is about rebuilding from the inside out. Learning how to hold my past without letting it define me. Moving through anxiety, trauma, and doubt with my fists up and my heart open.
I train in ritual. I sweat with intention. I push through pain not to punish myself—but to honor the version of me that kept going.
I started from scratch—no gym body, no perfect plan. Just a desire to show up and see what happens when I stop hiding.
If you’re here for honest growth, emotional grit, and a little sacred fire—I’m glad you found me.
This is my pilgrimage.
🥊 No Shame. No Chains.