I'm Kes by the way

Welcome to the Foxfrog Dispatch.

My Grandpa says I’m a writer, he told me so in response to the letter I sent him about my new name. Under my deadname I ran a humor magazine and wrote satire for the web. Over the summer of 2016 I wrote a silly little play depicting the future under Donald Trump (when I say “silly” I mean, a dark portrait of a narcissistic buffoon who’s been given too much power, set to tune of Thornton Wilder’s Our Town - can you tell I did theatre in high school?) A number of things in the play happened and at a passing glance at the first few pages, a number of things are primed to happen should he take office again. Whoopsie!* I don’t create the future, I merely scribe what the Orb commands.

I went on to write sketch comedy with my boyfriend until writing fizzled away and all that was left was Improv and Improv logistics! A bunch of things happened from pandemics to transitions and I came out the other end a woman who had been severely disillusioned by various levels of the entertainment industry. My interest in writing plays or screenplays is all gone, and my climate anxiety is at all time high.

I moved to a new state with my boyfriend, to be close to our polycule but out of the city. I have a yard now (I know I know, how bourgeoises!) My garden has been a bit of a bust (first year gardening ever, by the way so I’m being kind to myself about it) but my walking labyrinth is well trod and tended to. I thought I’d fade out of the public eye and quietly be a woman just doing her own thing blissfully off the radar, learning to take care of a hurting planet.

But my Grandpa says I’m a writer. Dammit, I suppose he’s right, because in addition to getting my life set up on a new track, I have all these extra thoughts that I’ve decided to burden you with! So I follow in Grandpa’s footsteps (not to seminary) but in sending out an email newsletter to family and friends and any other sentient being who find this of interest.

What will you get from this newsletter, dear reader? Probably reflections on labyrinth walks, existence as a transwoman, the planet, the desperate need for change and better ways to take care of one another, politics (afterall, it is an election year and the “good guys” have been aiding and abetting a genocide for the better part of the last year - Whoopsie!).

I also make art, I’ll surely post pictures of that along the way as well.

Thanks for reading The Foxfrog Dispatch. Have a lovely day.

-Kes

*“Now I am become death destroyer of worlds, Whoopsie!”