I am Queerly Complex, an anti-binary social practice artist living & creating on Yelamu, unceded Ramaytush Ohlone land, or what colonizers named San Francisco, and I’ve been Queerly Complex my whole life. I’m the one that stood out from everyone else and was hella teased because of it. I even got my tailbone broken in a game of “Smear the Queer” in the sixth grade and had to sit on a shit-brown, donut-shaped pillow for six months.
On August 28, 2007, shortly after my marriage to my husband, I got the courage to launch a blog called Queerly Complex on Blogger. I shared deeply intimate portraits, from my “Piss Trigger” to “The Fight with the Knife,” of my queer life. It was radical honesty as artistic expression. It was also a call for me to create my home.
And so I did, right here in San Francisco, finding ways to connect all the pieces of myself that always seemed so disparate. I became a part of a queer theater company called Outlook Theater Project. I co-founded an intergenerational arts & healing project called 14 Black Poppies. I was tapped to revive the Alliance Youth Media Network & got to include Myah Overstreet, a young Black journalist from Oakland, to relaunch it as a Lead Producer alongside me (not as a subordinate). Things seemed good, like I was on the right path even with all the ups-and-downs.
Then, my dad died of a cancer most-likely caused by the toxic chemicals he used at his job. Due to COVID, I could not visit him physically the last year of his life. Still, we grew closer than we had ever been. In letters, we revealed our deepest truths to each other & shared those truths with our communities. He died on screen as I watched & cried. The next day, I committed to refocusing my life & art on supporting others who need, want, and desire ways of being that heal & mend & restore as we try to make meaning out of the chaos of this cosmos.
Now, I create virtual & physical spaces for comrades to explore & discover who they be individually & collectively. My materials are dreams, value(s), structures, & access, and I use them to conjure renewed forms of being and belonging free from shame, conformity, and punishment. My practice centers the messy, intangible, emotive, & esoteric bits that help us understand and make-meaning of the chaos within which we exist.