♥ MARANDA ELIZABETH ♥
Maranda Elizabeth is a writer, zinester, high school dropout, cane-user, sex worker, daydreamer, flâneux, and recovering alcoholic approaching a decade sober. They’re also an identical twin, a witch, and a white agender sorta-femme. Maranda is the author of three novels, Ragdoll House (2013), We Are the Weirdos (2017), and Oliver A Lover All Over (2019), a non-fiction anthology of the first decade of their zines, Telegram: A Collection of 27 Issues (2012), of which they’ve now written forty-two issues, and the zines Little Acorns (a 24-hour zine) and Edith (fiction).
For two years, they wrote a column on LittleRedTarot.com, See the Cripple Dance, on re-imagining Tarot through disability and madness, and poverty and anti-capitalism. Currently, they offer Tarot readings for misfits and outcasts.
For many years previous, they’ve written online and in-print about recovery with borderline personality disorder, complex-trauma, fibromyalgia, and chronic fatigue, with an emphasis on politicizing illness and recovery, and understanding illness (mental, physical, and spiritual) as a debilitating and deadly consequence of capitalism, as well as a form of resistance and protest. They’ve also spent their entire adulthood writing about writing, creativity and friendship; disability and accessibility; witchcraft and Tarot; self-care, support, and $upport; queer mad poor crip lineages; and surviving social assistance and poverty.
Maranda grew up in Lindsay, Ontario (Ojibway, Chippewa, and Anishinabek land), and currently resides in Toronto, Ontario (traditional territory of the Haudenosaunee and the Métis). Their work explores themes of loneliness, abandonment and disposability; synchronicity, joy, meaning-making, and memory; and the process of making a home of place and body.
They’re a Libra Sun, Sagittarius Moon, and Gemini Rising, with Venus in Libra, Mercury in Scorpio, Aquarius Midheaven, and Chiron Retrograde in Gemini.
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♥ Stuff I Write About ♥
- cane love
- chronic pain
- crip goth
- i was a teenage goth
- know home
- know hope
- social assistance art
- toronto ontario
- weirdos forever
- winter survival
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♥ Recent Posts ♥
- Daffodils and Strange Persistence: Crip City Walks, Pandemic Feelings, & Signs of Ever-Unknown Futures
- Chaotic Fatigue, or Ordinary Humiliation of Disabled Bodyminds
- One Month Later: food, books, gifts, & gratitude
- Toronto Forget-Me-Not Part Two
- Writing for weirdos, dreamers, survivors, & the dead
- What I Was Thinking About the Day Elizabeth Wurtzel Died
- Magical Concoctions for Sober Witches (And a Deadline, Too!)
- Toronto Forget-Me-Not Part One
- A Mix Tape for OLIVER A LOVER ALL OVER – to listen, to cry, to daydream…
- PRE-ORDER a paperback copy of my new novel, OLIVER A LOVER ALL OVER
- The speech I delivered at The People Phone Ford Rally, with notes on care, rage, disposability, & solidarity
- Messy November: we’ve got a lotta care work protest conversations dreams to do together, let’s go
- telegram and see the cripple dance are ending stop
Tag Archives: chronic pain
It’s lilac season (well, the very end of it). I have survived many disasters in lilac seasons, and seem to be surviving another one. I keep scissors in my backpack so I can steal lilacs from the park, and I … Continue reading
I’m in need of support. I’m in an extremely difficult and stressful situation, and seeking immediate financial help. As you know, I’m on disability. I recently received news that my file is under review. I told very few people because … Continue reading
content notes: brief mentions of self-harm, alcoholism, death May is Borderline Personality Disorder Awareness Month. I am generally both wary and weary of any and all awareness campaigns, particularly those centering on mental health and illness, as well as disability, … Continue reading
So, I’m pretty enthusiastic about reading Tarot as crazy people, and Tarot as a reliable*, spiritual, and fun source for self-exploration, coping, and (re-)imagining. As I mentioned in Part One, where I wrote about Five of Pentacles/Bones & Three of … Continue reading
I’ve been housebound this Winter. It’s given me a lot of time to think, and a lot of time to write. I write/talk about pain a lot, and for the most part, I feel like a lot of my pals … Continue reading
(Read Part Two Here & read Part Three here!) content note: self-harm & trauma feelings Reading Tarot through a lens of madness, chronic illness and pain, trauma, and disability (and thus, poverty, too) comes naturally to me, as these are … Continue reading
As a traumatized person, I don’t believe exclusively in clock-time, nor do I believe in static, unchanging memories or a linear path to recovery; my memories and my stories change all the time, my perspective changes all the time, and … Continue reading