Dirt & Glitter

who is denieal?

22012009405 I just moved to a city where being my kind of brown isn’t that common. I came from a place (Oakland,CA) where it was. There is not a day that I don’t walk down the street without people unabashedly staring. It’s a little disconcerting. I don’t make it easy on myself with my ever changing hair color and peculiar wardrobe. As a recovering shy person I am now learning how to bask in it. If I am going to be the center of attention I am going to be fucking fabulous while I am doing it.

I am not going to pretend that having a blog isn’t self indulgent or narcissistic. I have been keeping up this blog since 2003. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes depressing, sometimes it’s a giant winge festival. I am sensitive, odd, genuinely big hearted and open minded. Whatever I write is genuine, and I am often pretty vulnerable in this space. I just want to shamelessly be me, whatever that looks like. Some things I love include: music, unicorns, rollerskating, anything super gay, glitter, sex positiveness, cute boys, cute girls, make up, indie movies, art, reading (it’s not just for squares anymore), people who are funny-genuine-kind and big hearted… Things I despise include: Red Bull (am I the only one who feels like this beverage smells and tastes like despair?), reptiles, war, crusty feet, being out of toilet paper, doing dishes, being broke, president bush, greed, most importantly I don’t accept people in my life who are- racist, homophobic, sexist, ageist, transphobic, abelist, or classist.

I want to surround myself with things that are fun/funny. It’s possible that despite aging I may never grow up entirely. Right now I am a Creative Writing MA student at The University of Sydney. I just started writing a column in a lesbo magazine. (I’m a proud bi girl).

Most importantly, I am here supporting my mother who has terminal cancer. I’m just trying to find a sense of normalcy despite many challenging years of existence.

The hippy in me wishes you love and light. I hope you enjoy your stay here in my corner of the web. My email address is denieal.williams@gmail.com if you feel like contacting me. Send me chain letters and I’ll cut you…Just kidding (not really).

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  • s // February 10, 2008 at 2:01 am | Reply

    I had a dream the other night that you were doing a show for Sirius remotely, and the advertisement was using the photo with your smiling with red hair.

    You could, you know. DJ. Easily. The hard part is having the heart, the touch, the knowledge, the ability to recognise musical sparks. That you have. The easy part is learning the equipment, the business, the technology, and marketing and packaging the hard for sale in good honest way.

  • dirtandglitter // February 22, 2008 at 11:31 am | Reply

    Aw thanks love that’s flattering as hell :)

  • clarissa // July 8, 2008 at 9:51 am | Reply

    Red Bull smells noxious. Every Friday I have a meeting at 9:15 in the morning. One of the guy who attends is always drinking a red bull (or knock off) and I can smell it across the room. It makes me want to gag on an otherwise perfect Friday morning. So, yes, others (me!) feel that way …

  • dirtandglitter // July 8, 2008 at 10:15 am | Reply

    God yes! Thank you for validating that for me hon. Everyone else just thinks I am weird.

  • lesfriendly // December 16, 2008 at 10:10 am | Reply

    you are a great writer. i like your writings :) keep posting!

  • dirtandglitter // December 16, 2008 at 11:49 pm | Reply

    Thanks Lesfriendly :)

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