Grieving the end of singing
You canāt live on joy, on applause. You canāt eat adoration. You canāt live in a concert hall. And my heart couldnāt bear losing another family after every gig. The universe did her best to keep me going. Who knows, maybe my big break was around the corner, and I just had to hang on a tiny bit longer, just one more audition. I guess Iāll never know.
Coming Out
Coming out was not about finally realizing who I was; it was about realizing that there were other people that did not feel the way that I did, that there was language to name how I felt, and that I was not alone.
Hi, I’m RC
and I’m a writer, potter, and visual artist. I foundedĀ Queerit, a queer, feminist, anticapitalist design agency. I Ā speak, write, and work for the well-being of queer and trans folks, and I dream of strong unions, universal basic income, and a police- and prison-free society.
PERSONAL ESSAY | Not what I seem: How I discovered I was non-binary (CBC)
When I am referred to as “she,” I still feel excluded, invisible, misunderstood. This is a feeling that I do my best to transform into energy to educate would-be allies.
