pride is protest. still.

#kjipuktuk #refusals #blackness #queerness #holdings #drift

not a burden. not a task. just the feel of small arms around your shoulders and the weight of someone who trusts you without question.

we walked like this for a while. no rush. no reason to explain it.

sometimes care is this simple— a body held steady, a sidewalk warming in the sun, and the quiet joy of being leaned on without breaking.

#kjipuktuk #holdings #blackness #surfaces #fragments #drift

this is not a blog. not a portfolio. not an archive.

drift is a public trace of movement—across cities, across thoughts, across grief, care, and refusal. it began in #tiohtiàke and #kjipuktuk, carried through #glasgow and #lisboa, and continues anywhere i find myself slipping between presence and escape.

its geography is not linear. like all things fugitive, it follows other logics.

what appears here are fragments. notes. pauses. what I carry. what I notice. what resists resolution.

some entries may ripple into fugitives, my postdoctoral research on Black queer drift and the dérive as method. but this is not a workspace.

this is a rhythm. no updates. no announcements. no arguments. only movement.