Thoughts on what it means to be a tree to wrap one's car around...

March 2026

Though the opening track will likely be taken as the true interpretation of the concept, the last song, "A Tree...", was the first iteration of my vision for the phrase that Ash and I came up with. Summed up neatly, it's about the choice everyone makes about what they'll accept from others in order to experience closeness. Sometimes you're the tree, standing tall and steadfast, branches extended to the impact, as long as you can experience the intimacy of the crash. Sometimes you're the car, smashing headfirst into someone else with all your pain and dysfunction and mess in the only way you know how to get close.

I do not see being "the tree" as a burden, nor a situation unique to anyone in particular (I've certainly been the car more times than I'd be overjoyed to admit). I see it as a natural human dynamic in an age where there is the privilege and responsibility of choice. How do we achieve the intimacy we are desperate for? What will make us walk away? How do we take accountability for the wreckage we inflict on others? How do we move forward?

I hope that this album can be an emotional vessel for you (your joy, your rage, the murky depths of your sadness) as much as it has been for me.

A STATEMENT ON TRAMPLED FLOWERS

via: instagram 11/20/2024

Trampled Flowers is officially here.

This song is for those who have been held between worlds at an arms length: told that they can't meet the parents ("they just wouldn't understand"), told to leave the bathroom ("i just don't understand"), or told who they really are ("you just don't understand"). It's for everyone who tears at the plastic to let what lay beneath breathe, everyone who dare straddle the gendered fences erected around us, and it's for everyone who pushes back against the notion that out fate can be foretold by the glance of a doctor in a delivery room.

There is more to all of this than individualistic fodder they toss in our troughs. Take this day to remember those that we've lost and, if you haven't already, this is the time to commit yourself to the unity of this community. Without it, we are nothing.

xoxoxoxokitty

"gender is the poetry each of us makes out of the language we are taught." - leslie feinberg, 1988