fagments of frank

i’m letting this go. i’m soiling my seeds in the new york sand. good bye to the high school friends i wanted to know for life. i am honest about why i feel my birthday was ruined. how generous i am and how i am hurt. i tried to make this long distance of a dance work. how religion ruined a man and the money i am owed. the pit stop i feel i am. the vacations i wanted to love. the college friends i...

this baby in the back of the bars; shares where to go and be. i talk about what i like and don’t like about new york’s hospitality industry. the places i will return and the one’s i will not spend a dime at. the journey of learning where i love.

well we love to hear it. the family drama continues as always. i announce my first publication of a collection of poetry. 75 pounds of flesh and bones into ink of the bittersweet tragedies that contributed to my childhood. we dive into the first family members visit to see me. the bad ending of it. how my sister just recently screwed me over. an honest as always heartbeat for y’all.

pride weekend was one to remember; drug headed lovers, swimming in jock straps, pretty and not for the police, and homosexuals of art shows. the drunk adventures i endured during the last weekend of june. started with david’s triumph of an art show, with beauty being on and off the canvases. taken to clockwork then to the train station. then to the dyke march with kindra and new york’s tits. after...

LETS talk about 787 the not so cunt coffee co i worked for. how i got fired and what i hate about the company. the time i spent being a barista and the depressive episode i was in after being wrongfully fired. the back stabbing baristas of the brand.

the time i spent in the film industry. twelve hour days. the turmoil after buffalo exchange fired me then claimed i resigned. the loneliness that came with production. being abused in the projects while working, then escaping to jill’s couch and apartment. an honest chit chat about the experiences i have from this new york hollywood. how unprofessional and unpredictable it may be.

this episode wake up with me then go to bed with me. hear my expectations of the sunshine i’m to stand in with sunscreen. i chit-chat about the currentness of my situations, night life, blood related issues, work place drama, ect. WHAT i’m excited about, expecting myself to do, who i’ve been with, how i’m doing, ect. an HONEST depiction of my days both vanilla and paprika, a podcast style week wit...

A WELCOME BACK brooklyn baby. i start this chapter with a light hearted 73 questions. a quickie question and answer about recent news and old news. life, love, lust, dreams, demons, and desires. VOGUE has always been fashion to me and this is fagment’s version.

here we are; the end. a fagments funeral. i wanted to talk about all things dead. everything that ended not so sweetly; an honest conversation just you and i. my relationship with the browns, the krascoks, the panichis, and the mchughs. the deep breath before i disappear. the tell all of the horrible catholic kids i knew and how i kept myself in such blood sucking environments. the season finale....

an episode before the finale, i collect my thoughts on how i’ve grown. through my expression of fashion, makeup, presentation, and gender identity. breaking the boxes and simply not giving a fuck. the trauma of it all, how nyc has influenced me. where i shop, how i hate FIT students, and how it all came to be.

finally fashion. frankly fashion; fast fashion. fashion from frank. i talk about my journey when it comes to expression through the art of fashion. the meaning behind my instagram photography and portfolio. the grow, the explanation, and the excitement of being a different version of yourself everyday. explaining the craziness of my identity and presentation.

you’re invited! on gay-cation; stories of my nudeness, terrible cooking, good bud, and beautiful beaches. recorded on my new apple air pod maxs. north east maine being an escape; my comfort after years of being uncomfortable. my hopes for this years annual trip. how it became to be a tradition; who is included and who has survived.

i read some of the fucked up messages i receive being youth on hookup apps. the “love” i’ve settled for, the darkness i’ve rested in, and the men i thought i needed to please. i talk about my journey gender wise and sexuality. i start my healing process and journey of unlearning so much. this conversion therapy of it all.

the shit show you’ve been waiting for. i talk about the crazy short time i had at buffalo exchange in chelsea nyc. 23rd street. the violets of the violence. the fake of the fake. the friend i needed to survive nyc. the film/television production in i found. what brought me to now. how i got fired and survived brooklyn with minimum wage.

a nordy girl. i take about the job that finally broke me and convinced me to move to new york. i chat about the changes of environment between geracis and nordstrom. the start of being a salesman to a visual merchandiser. the crazy costumers, the style boards, and the 5 display windows of beachwood. store 227 employee 3047448. let me paint the picture of everyone i loved and hated before putting m...

starting off work for my mother’s friends i was brought early into the work force. i wanted to share my experience at a family owned restaurant making $6.50 plus tips. working 5 days after school during the week. sexual harassment in the work place, mental health problems in the work place, and sanitary issues in the work place. i was forced to hold my position at geracis until i was of age. i tal...

we wrap up our poetry series. i clarify a few things said in the past. i walk through recent trauma gift wrapped in the form of poetry. we have a two hour conversation about what i love and who i love over a few yawns.

let’s be manic as i pull an all nighter remembering the meaning of my own writing. again a dive into my poetry. the exaggerated narrative of love, lust, and loss. newer poetry about manhattan men, abuse, and drugs. I talk about recent hookups and sex. a typical frank chat.

as poetry natures the concepts become more complicated and complex. i sit down and confront recent demons in the comfort of my bed; the spawn of them all. another talk of my sex life; love sick, traumatic, and love induced. an all around honest conversation and connection as i try to understand my state of mind as my writing becomes more unworldly and abstract.

i hint at my upcoming album and the process i have when writing. my new york influence and how my first year in this city has shaped me. i talk about my recent ER visit. celebrating 365 days of being a brooklyn baby. family, love, and lust inspired lyrical work. in depth details of the words i twist and cultivate. a thank you for letting me make art.

the meaning behind the beautiful words i conjure. an insight into the poetry that has taken over my entirety. i hint at an upcoming project that’s in the works. i talk about what influences me and inspires me. a raw one on one about past love interests and gender identity.

let’s chat about education: that being college. i, a gap year or two into it, talk about my experiences at campuses. i talk about my father's side of the family and columbus. the days i realized i needed to mature or be murdered. jcu and the neighbors behind my childhood home. then comes m-ville where i tried to settle myself, an escape from the city’s hell. i fucked a man i shouldn’t have but don...

4 AM ET. ANXIETY HOUR. i speak freely about my struggles with anxiety; how they’ve worsened and how i’ve become one with fear. i talk about depression, depersonalization, derealization, and everything in between. the struggle of living alone in a city so overwhelming. how i am conquering my stresses all with a grain of sugar and salt.

never out of the woods; i talk about the last two years of my rollercoaster ride at ignatius. the sexual harassment allegations i received. the infamous beaumont/magnificat girls. the self expression restrictions of ignatius. the prom fairytale and graduation abandonment. the lessons i learned and matured from.

i take about the construction of high school frankie. the build up to how i became so infamous. the first two years of hell i endured only to be put on trail for two more. being honest has always done me dirty, so why not be honest again. i talk about the isolation, the complexities, the becoming.