Ok apparently pinned posts are a thing now so here:
Hi, you can call me Yuki, I’m 26. I’m a mixed asian/jewish writer. I’m also a huge dyke and proud of it. I use any pronouns but my gender identity is more informed by the fact that im a lesbian than anything else. Im not always a woman but im always a lesbian. If that makes sense. Or not, it doesn’t really need to.
If you are a minor, this is not the space for you. If you connect with my work, I love and appreciate that but urge you to connect on substack (same as here) or instagram (@yadayada.ms) instead. I also post my work there, but none of the other stuff that I’d rather not be responsible for exposing kids to.
I also tend to post more political stuff over on insta but I’ll post here on occasion too. Im a leftist and an activist at my day job so human and civil rights are hugely important to me, but know that most of the tangible stuff I’m doing is not on any social media, although I will share occasionally when there is a cause i am particularly passionate about. I feel like my opinions are best summarized as the belief that no one deserves to be thrown away and forgotten about and humans shouldnt have to pay to get basic needs (housing, healthcare, etc.). If you disagree, let’s have a chat! Happy to share why I believe the things I believe and why I think you should too. If you’re going to be an asshole, however, fuck off. Even though this isn’t a specifically political blog, art is always political.
Im here mostly though because i need a writing outlet separate from my real self/work. I have written poetry for as long as i can remember but ive only recently begun to share it. Im also working on a book! Progress is slow but I will hopefully post some little snippets as I keep going.
I write a lot about love, grief, self discovery, and identity. Lots of dead/complicated mom content so if thats not your jam, probably not the best place for you. But i also wanted to share it because i feel like there is not a ton out there about grieving a parent that hurt you and the complicated layers of pain and joy that come along with it.
