Raised in a double-wide trailer in Cowpens, South Carolina, my formative years were spent poring over the obtrusion of heteronormativity, with a clear resolution that I was Other. I protested concepts that told me what I ought to be, conceptions spoken into existence and yet sustained as truth. I grew up in the Bible Belt and people here say I'm foul, that I chose to be Queer and it was my gold Mercedes sending me straight to hell. I have realized my body as a material, a collection of cells imprinted with others' perceptions of real, by a fair and unjust World. I tactically disrupt the energy around me through the creation of new contexts, self-portraits through the lens of your socialization. I experiment with memory, the blurry lines between past and present. Memory is intangible and yet it's seared into each reality, collections of being and becoming with no clear beginning or end. Have I grown past age 1, 8, 16, or 24? Maybe each is a part of me, a fragmented identity I'm responsible for integrating, a responsibility to give myself the birthright I was denied.  I focus on queering as a process within different modes of art: endurance performance, tattoo, contingent sculpture, printmaking and video. Through my artwork, curatorial experience, and sociological studies, I have bridged the individual and the collective, the abject and the ritual. I talked about what was supposed to be kept hush hush, confronting viewers there with their own Otherness, asking for repentance.
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