I’m Cynthia. I write a lot. My friends know me as a reclusive stoner who wears headphones and types on my laptop at all hours.
I was raised in a cult of sorts. I’m the third oldest of sixteen kids, and my parents believed God wanted them to avoid birth control of all kinds, and try to breed as much as possible. I was to marry young and become a baby-making handmaiden myself, after being a sister-mom to my younger siblings from childhood. I believed in being happy, counting my blessings, and being a helpful fairy that would dry toddler tears and wash mounds of dishes. I was a servant of Christ, after all, and as a very logical homeschooled debate kid, I would have insisted to you that this was the life I wanted, and my parents had presented all other kinds of life to me, but this kind of Christianity was the only true way.
I was fortunate enough to see through the cracks in the reality I’d known for my first twenty-something years, and question what I’d been taught to believe, before I could get married off, as many friends of mine have. I’ve been cut off from the family because I refuse to believe in the “dream house” anymore – where a big happy family is nothing more than a big happy family with a dozen or so extra kids.
My first crime was questioning my father’s narcissism and harshness as my employer and a financially abusive man. My second crime was coming out as an ally to the LGBTAIQ+ movement – a hilarious notion to me now, when I would face within a year that I am queer myself.
I’m passionate about justice, about empowering and including people with invisible illnesses like me, about telling the untold stories about real, effective, anti-establishment ways to change the world (though the nihilist in me loathes the phrase, I want to do all I can to pay it forward from my corner of the internet.)
This is not a “where are they now” blog by a Reality TV kid. It’s also not the bright-eyed but naive musings of the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. It’s the revolutionary and anti-colonist thoughts of a very pan and queer millennial who’s pretty fucking pissed about the injustice my country inflicts on its citizens, its stupidly defined as such non-citizens, and the rest of the world.
For my privacy, I don’t disclose details about my location. You can dig for me online, but I don’t accept friend requests from strangers, sorry. Professional clients who would like to hire me can find me on LinkedIn to request my full portfolio and rates. I lurk, though – I’ve been spotted in the wild surfing on forums or tag groups from time to time.
Want to support my work? Check out my Patreon page – we’re less than $100 away from the first goal!