Part six of Inking stories of my ink. This is the third artist on my body, 3/3 for early career female asian artist. I met Kristin Yip through the Black Widows network, a team of female asian players on a mission to showcase female asian play in Ultimate. This post captures my excitement of playing…

kai is my 𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓷, my ride or… 😶 because to ride is to set your soul free a privilege punctuated by rolling landscapes & green lights as asphalt and rubber burn below. To feel the gentle purr of an idling engine roar to life with the twist of the throttle in turn heightening my pulse on life fingertips to toes pressing earnestly into footpegs leaning, falling into the crook…

A Dream to ride on long winding roadsalong wave-breaking shores,rippled mountainsides andvalleys A Dream to ridethrough desert canyons,across belts of evergreensto feel rushing winds Or was that my breath left behind? Hold on tight it’s justYou and the open roadand the sun shining bright Hold on tightI don’t know where we’re goingwhere this road leadswhere…

The last lattes, the last milk dregs, coffee stains. The last laughs behind the counter, the last pages of this chapter.   My heart is full for store #4095, the most kick ass team I’ve known. You taught me love. Love is double-barring. Love is delivering a drink. Love is asking “how are you?” Love…

A year off the crotch rocket: I felt nervous. I stalled, got honked at, and overtaken.  Do I even remember how to do this? Let’s wiki the controls real quick… where do you put Google maps on this thing? I settled in.  The chilling wind pushed me and the bike closer together until we were seamless. I started to push the speed but everyone speeds…