Odd in Austin

This site is not a niche.
It’s a whole-ass human.

Welcome to Odd in Austin home of radical self-acceptance, existential spirals, inappropriate laughter, soft lighting, and hard truths.

This is where all my pieces finally live in the same place: the mom, the philosopher, the burnout, the overthinker, the cam girl, the comeback, the nervous flirt, the middle-aged soul, the walking contradiction with a WiFi connection.

Expect stories about identity, shame, desire, all manner of side hustles including sex work, grief, shadow work, parenting, healing, and what it means to live in a world that keeps trying to break us into pieces for harvest.

Sometimes I’m funny. Sometimes I’m too real. Sometimes I write things and then spiral about it for three days because I own it, this is mine, and maybe, if you’re here, some of it is yours too.

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