♥ 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 illness
- 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 ♥
- crip self-defense: every instance of fighting back is beautiful
- Messages from Pigeons, and Three Days of Collapse…
- Invisible and Targeted at Once: Social Assistance Art, Dreams, and Solidarity, or: CRIP RENT CRIP FOOD
- 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
Tag Archives: coffee
The Tale of the Stolen Backpack
I’ve been spending my time between Seattle & Tacoma for the last month, and I’m flying home at the end of the weekend. A midnight flight – I’m unsure if I should sleep on the flight(s) & chug free coffee, … Continue reading
A queer, self-conscious performance.
I’m recovering from (and feeling inspired by!) my favourite trip to Montréal thus far. I spent four or five days hanging out at the Tulip Farm, having good conversations with friends, and eating cheap/free food. It was like a long, … Continue reading
Smash the silence with the brick of self-control.
This is my third year participating The ArtClash! Collective’s Annual Fun-A-Day Project. Everyday in January, I’ll be reading a zine (of course), and writing about them in a weekly blog entry. I’m not usually very good at daily projects & … Continue reading
Recovery is a Series of (Potential) New Beginnings
Changes are happening! I’m moving in September. Each time I get ready to move, I daydream about my new routine, my new home, my new self. I imagine setting up my spaces just perfectly, waking up early in the morning, … Continue reading
Dear Diary: Can we talk about self-injury without making fun of ourselves?
Dear Diary, I have eighteen fresh scars on my arms, and I’m not sure why. What I do know is that I wanted to be invisible today, but I couldn’t, and maybe this was second best. I don’t have the … Continue reading
Shyness is nice, but…
In the spirit of my non-belief in Too-Much-Information, and my love of sharing ridiculously personal information, I am going to tell you that today is the five-year anniversary of my first suicide attempt, and in those five years, I have … Continue reading
Taking control of my daily life, and attempting to eliminate the feeling that some unclarified thing is missing.
You know that feeling like something is missing, but you’re not sure what it is? I don’t know if there was ever a time when that feeling was not a part of my daily experience, but there are times when … Continue reading