Mae overgrown schoolgirl yn ysgrifennu: gymslip clad, gwïar, gê yn y grug. Welsh extremist. Myrtle Warren Fan Club. Spooky all year. 👻🐳🏳️🌈 #2a
I've always been a writer. And I'm writing again -- however off the grid the results may be. I'm burned out on political and religious controversies, with academic pistes to fight useless word skirmishes upon.
Current manuscript is entitled /Yr Hwyaden Fach Ddychrynllyd/ (The Frightful Duckling) -- my second book, about an eggmode trans woman in her early twenties navigating gender through language, calligraphy, useless teachers, and queer friends — set in Aberystwyth, mid 90s.
Relatedly in theme in a bit of a roundabout way (see chapters 2-3; 6-7 in particular), I am also the author of /Ancestral Recall: The Celtic Revival and Japanese Modernism/ (McGill-Queen's UP, 2016).
Day job doing tech and multi-language implementation / translation, where I work mostly via laptop in Silicon Valley. Publications have analysed theories related to sexuation and Catholicism; psychoanalysis and gender ideolects; culture, phenomenology, and girlhood.
In a former lifetime, I had been a multiple prize-winning adjunct prof at the University of British Columbia, where I taught courses in comparative literature and feminist philosophy. Loved the teaching, hated the academic millieu, came out on the job, disgusted by the response. So I quit. And moved to California. Two years on: got my Green Card. And bought a Glock 19.
I have no respect for academics who decry the injustice of academia whilst still collecting paycheques from the same. Also apply that to altright Catholics and keyboard feminists.
Dw i'n ysgrifennu nofelau a phenillion i blant am fy mod i'n hoffi plan. 'n cerdded lan i'r nefoedd. Ffrindiau annwyl, diolch yn fawr iawn iawn iawn;