Public Speaker, Artist, and Pre-Law in London, United Kingdom
As the nexus of my Internet footprint, it's all outward and deep in from here. Careful. And if you aren't broke, take a look at my campaign; it does need your help.
My journey thus far is from Outreach Director at the Disabilities Network of New York City in 2006, which helped spawn CripLibWork that will never really stop, through the Squat Belgravia project in London in 2017, and my being a law student now. In 2007 I did a run as the troubled goth kid Eric in Tales Of The Lost Formicans, a stageplay about, as I put it back then, "Alzheimers And Aliens". I liked the run. You could never tell the difference between whether it was the dementia or whether it was the aliens. That was, and remains, enjoyable, and I thank Stephanie Barton-Farcas for staging it and Constance Congdon for writing it. Thereafter I worked for a time in and around The Slipper Room, a Manhattan Lower East Side (intersection of Orchard and Stanton Streets) local and global burlesque epicentre and general debauchery hub for what I also enjoy referring to as the creatively maladjusted-- artist outlaws big and small. (Slipper still thrives today, though the other lounge I worked with, Matthew Hecht's Sip, was bought out from under us by NYC banksters.)
The Nerves Of Us emerged after When I Walk's Jason DaSilva had me begin filming my selective dorsal rhizotomy in 2008 in my birth home of South Harlem, Manhattan, and in my opinion its 2014 relaunch and completion is now long overdue, but like most things, that'll happen when it happens.
I am a permanent Europe resident from South Harlem (el barrio / Manhattan Valley / Cathedral Parkway / across 110th Street), living in London since late 2010, going Greek via ancestral passport from November 2019. 2023 might mean Bloemfontein to partake in the Cheetah Experience sanctuary or joining Sea Shepherd aboard their deck, but England is my home and now I'm a law student here, so, I'll hold off on those a bit. I'm seeing what comes.
Human rights are my jam. Cons and their games, aren't. English muffins, you crumpet impostors, how dare you exist.
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