For a year that included me having to fight multiple tech companies in and out of the press for protecting trolls and profiting off of abuse, a full blown RV manufacturing scandal and international media tour that I inexplicably found myself at the center of as a RoadTrek owner, and a major integration back into society after 9 months of off-grid misadventuring at the beach, I love that my 2019 still somehow managed to be all about pop stars, very pretty clothes, building rad shit with my favorite people, responding to hate by going punk on systems change, having my songs somehow make their way into the mainstream, signing to a new label, and the beauty of nature in spite of it all.

If you’re reading this, fuck yes. I love you. Thanks for being here. 🖤

One year ago tonight I decided I was going to pivot professionally, put my belongings in storage, ditch my house, break up, buy a $100,000.00 RV, and move to the ocean with only the dog and a mess of Gucci ready-to-wear. I had no real plan, but knew it was time to quiet things all the way down for a minute.

That minute turned to 8 weird months on the beach, and the path from there to here has been nothing short of strange and beautiful — but my plan did work. 12 months later I’m happy, relaxed, inspired, surrounded by kindness, and regret nothing.

Hate your life? Blow that shit up. ✊

These are the happy faces of 2 ginger creatures who just wrapped an 8 month stint adventuring in the natural world. We’re staying in a rented mansion on stilts in Bull Mountain for the week to cleanse the palate, then I take possession of my new house in Portland one week from today.

Feeling grateful, relieved, excited, and for the first time in ages, really REALLY comfortable.

We’re back, babies! 🖤