About Me

Hi guys, Staci Traynor here: feminist, writer, activist, blogger, NYU grad, gamer, freak, postmodernist, omnisexual spiritgirl — coming at you from the wonky, lost, sometimes lame but sometimes hip, genetically-modified and altogether unamused borough of the most fabulously superficial city on Earth — Brooklyn, New York.

What?

New Yorkinites are not genuine? Please.

I am totally not Lucy Hale. Who doesn't know that she rocks my flesh-toned Bombas workout socks off, yes, who? And I am therefore endeavoring to ride hard her visage with the assumption that the uncanny closeness in proximity of hers to that of my own will raise the vibration of humanity to a level where we can eradicate the assholes of the universe and, at a later date but hopefully not too much later, reassemble a degree of compassion amongst whoever is left after this weird liberal rapture.

I like cats and I like music and I like art and I just somewhat foolishly spent a good chunk of my next rent payment on this kick-ass painting: https://amzn.to/2JjiDdx but hey, it's totally me. Like, I don't think you understand. That lil' kitty embodies my essence. Worth every penny. Don't tell my landlord.

You should probably understand that I am a bit high at present, but that is okay. Everything is okay — that is the beauty of it. Do you love me? 'Cause I love you, man.

— S

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  1. AnonymousDecember 14, 2022 at 4:39 PM

    Remove the give me your money title, earn the money and go to work respectfully. What causes your arrogance? You are delusional with low self esteem problems. You live from paycheck to paycheck and flush it all on vibrator, silly cat pictures and weed. You lead a total comfort zone life like a spoiled kid. Thats all you do. You are miserable. So get real and stop whining. Nobody loves you.

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