Grew Up in Cupboards, Not Childhood
People talk about childhood like it’s a country we all come from.Treehouses. Laughter. Skinned knees.Bedtime stories. Bike rides.Memory filtered through
My Life Between the Myths
This category is about where my real life bumps up against all the crazy stories people told about me. It’s about figuring out who I am when everyone else has already decided. I’ll talk about how hard it’s been navigating all that, and the bigger systems that played a part. It’s just me, trying to be real, living my life amidst all the noise.
I Am the Story My Daughter Will One Day Read
One day, she’ll type my name into a search bar.Not because someone told her to.But because she needs to know
Was Raised by Systems That Couldn’t Hold Me
They took me “for my own good.”They said it was protection.Said the bruises meant action.Said the state would do better
Symbols, Fire, and What It Means to Rewrite a Name
The first thing to burn was my name.Not just the headlines. Not just the news stories or YouTube take-downs.But the
Billy Coull and the Identity Collapse No One Saw Coming
There was a time when I didn’t know where I ended and the story began. You type “Billy Coull” into
The Collapse of Billy Coull: Between Truth and Theater
There’s a difference between lying and pretending. A liar knows what’s real and hides it. But someone pretending? They’ve forgotten