♥ 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 ♥
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- 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…
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Tag Archives: suicidality
Further Notes on Reclaiming Borderline and Resisting the Sane Gaze
content notes: very brief mentions of overdose, suicidality, unintentional weight loss I recently published an essay on The Establishment blog, Reclaiming Borderline: Dreaming New Meanings into Borderline Personality Disorder. As noted in the essay, among my intentions were to write … Continue reading
Exploring Trauma, Madness, Chronic Illness, & Disability with Tarot: Part Three
In Part Three (of who knows how many?!) of Exploring Trauma, Madness, Chronic Illness, & Disability with Tarot, I’ll be writing about the Nine of Wands and Three of Pentacles, and I’ll be using Pixie’s Tarot, The Collective Tarot, Thea’s … Continue reading
Exploring Trauma, Madness, Chronic Illness, & Disability with Tarot: Part Two
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
Exploring Trauma, Madness, Chronic Illness, & Disability with Tarot: Part One
(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
lethargy & optimism
Every November, I experience a particular, familiar fatigue, the same repetitive thoughts from the year before. It is the season when chronic suicidal ideation strengthens, when it takes root and rapidly solidifies itself in my brain, my blood, my heart … Continue reading
How to Be A Good Friend to Crazyfolk
I’m crazy. And I’m okay with that. I’m learning how to live as a crazy person, how to take care of myself, and I’m learning what I want and need in various friendships and relationships. There are so many aspects … Continue reading
In four days, I’ll be celebrating my twenty-seventh birthday. When I was much younger, I thought my twenties would be like an episode of Friends, but by the time I reached my twenties, I was so suicidally depressed that I … 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
The most popular adjective in the world.
“Woah, that was crazy!” Except it wasn’t. It was weird, wonderful, loud, amazing, ridiculous, awful, strange, marvelous, difficult, silly, tedious, impressive, absurd, etc… It was a million different things, and crazy probably wasn’t one of them. And even if it … Continue reading