dear one, welcome. what a gift it is to be here with you

my essays are an incomplete yet ever-expansive ode to the ancestral truths held in our bodies and the land. as a mostly bedbound, eldest daughter of color who developed severe myalgic encephalomyelitis and fibromyalgia due to repeated trauma, i often write about collective liberation, organizing, accountability, the connection between neglect, stress, trauma —> racegenderdisability, and the body as an archive informed by my particular positionality in its wider global context

my praxis is rooted in abolitionism, black feminist thought, and revolutionary love, with a commitment to uplifting and citing the wisdom embodied by my black and brown comrades. this is my altar, my garden, and my protest, a vessel i hope can carry both of us

“for there are no new ideas. there are only new ways of making them felt” - audre lorde

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My name is Solenne. I’m a Chinesewhite, often misracialized, severely disabled, aroace, gender fluid, AuDHD femme with cPTSD and PTSD. I strive to ground my writing in a structural analysis of my reality (naming the privileges I’m afforded and the marginalization from society that informs my day-to-day life), while highlighting the experiences of my Black and brown kin. In an effort to honor my limited spoons, most of my writing will be a first or second draft with typos included, published in criptime, between flareups.

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